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Durin Brothers 🤎🖤

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[maneatrrz]

‧₊˚✩ wishing it was you / j. sully

♡ 𓂃 ꒰ wishing it was you! ꒱˚.༄ ೃ jake sully x fem!reader. 5.2k words. ⌒(≧▽​° )

𓆩♡𓆪 synopsis: ever since you shared a heartfelt moment, jake has been constantly avoiding you. convinced he's in love with neytiri, you find out it's a lot more complicated after confronting him in the woods: your being is everything he burns for, and it terrifies him. you tempt him in a way you shouldn't, and he's doing everything he can to protect your delicate divinity. but with lips and an attitude like yours, it's becoming taxing for him to resist ditching saintly restraint for a dance with the devil.

content: biblically inaccurate and brotherly!tsu'tey, biblically inaccurate timeline (it's ok guys just go with it it's an au haha), dom!jake sully but also whimpering!jake sully, oral fixation, nipple sucking, hickeys, love bites, vaginal penetration, praising and teasing. slight angst because you both have serious abandonment issues, but an ample amount of fluff and physical affection.

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ additional notes: this is my first published writing, and also the first time i've written smut myself-i am more than willing to receive tips, just please keep that in mind and be gentle! i also am a bit rusty on the writing uptake and formatting update, and this is definitely not my best work and i hate this with a visceral anger, but i hope you like it regardless because i spent way too much time on it. mwah, thank you lovelies!

୨✩୧ ; MINORS DNI! fic under the cut!

jake sully.

stupid, jake sully.

you observed him carefully from your seat in the plush, lush forest illuminated by the glittering night sky above you, along with the golden flames in front of you. the affectionately crowned toruk makto was chasing around neytiri, as he was wont to do-you were convinced he was vehemently enamored with her. neytiri on the other hand, was adeptly avoiding his efforts to yank her tail with a feline-like grace, and an effervescent, opaline smile exposing sharp canines. you found it hard to blame him, however. she possessed both the deft and couth you were certain you lacked. she made everything look perfect, and it didn’t help that she was beautiful, either. one look into her scintillating eyes could enrapture you, especially during this oppressive, sultry summer weather. the sweltering heat had persuaded you into thinking she was an angel one too many times. but you guessed in his world, she was.

it was stupid.

he was stupid.

“fuck,” you brought your hand up to the newfound throbbing pressure on your mouth, painting slender fingers with a rich, sanguine color: blood. you had bitten through the roast you were eating and into your poor, faultless lip. “i was thinking way too hard.”

“ponder less over jake sully, and more about how our great mother has let you live another day,” tsu’tey smacked you upside the head playfully, taking a bite out of his sturmbeast steak. you couldn’t help but smile a little-you found comfort in him as the brother you never had. when you had arrived on pandora, you were met with cynic skepticism from him, but you had proven yourself to him eventually. your friendship allowed him to lighten up and be more lively, too. “i am pleasantly surprised a skxawng like you has lived this long, y/n.”

“you literally suck,” you feigned lamentation by placing one hand on your chest, and using the other to wipe intangible tears from the unwarranted libel. it earned you a hearty laugh from tsu’tey, followed by a small fit of coughs. “you’re coughing like an old man. slow down, grandpa. easy on the chuckle.”

“now you suck,” he pushed your shoulder lightly, before panning his head over to jake and neytiri, who were now much farther away. jake’s face looked amorphous in the distance, but tsu’tey could see strong brows furrowed in the haze. he began to wonder if he needed what humans called “glasses”. neytiri clasped jake’s forearm before tugging at him to go further into the thicket, turning their backs on you. he fixed his gaze on you now, rubbing his temples.

“...shit, well, that’s fucking fantastic. your ‘fiancee’ ran away into the woods with the fucking idiot. whatever,” you waved a hand to the distance with a heavy sigh, raising the roast to your mouth. you added with a somber mumble, “this was not how it was supposed to go.”

this was seriously not how it was supposed to go.

it wasn’t-neytiri was promised to tsu’tey, and you…what were you to jake?

you were supposed to explore this world and your new bodies together, and you did, at first. attached at the hip, confused and frightened (although, jake would only say ‘slightly’ for his pride) of the wondrous expanse around you. you would lay in your shared, flimsy little cot as you watched the sable dusk melt into an ethereal aurora, talking about everything and anything. what your lives were like on earth, what you wanted to do when you came back-your own personal bucket lists, intrusive thoughts, your worst jokes, your favorite fruits-everything. you both confessed things you had never even said.

enter neytiri, stage left.

she tried to kill you both. she almost succeeded after jake pushed you out of the way to take the blow for you, but you throwing a water canteen at her alerted her that you were not a threat-you weren’t armed with anything to attack her with, and you certainly couldn’t kill her if you tried with those reflexes. she told you this later and it offended you, but the offense disappeared as you realized you were just happy that you were alive. you were happy that jake was alive. he didn’t have to try and save you.

‘of course i did. i don’t know what i’d do without you,’ was all he said in response, with a soft, darkly warm tone that made something burn low in your chest. it was a memory etched in your mind that never failed to make your limbs deliquesce, turning you into a shallow pool of ardor and elation. only for a brief moment, as your puddle would turn into hoarfrost and coat the ground of your empty heart. it seemed like after that day, that was when you truly watched him fade away.

he stopped sleeping in the cot with you, so you had no one for consolation on gelid nights. he’d take neytiri and tsu’tey on raids and hunts, getting frustrated when you’d ask to accompany them. and when neytiri had explained their rituals and the inner workings of mating that came with it, he started to ignore your entirety, without a single explanation why. it must’ve been her.

it had to be her, right?

“fuck it,” you jolted up switfly, dragging tsu’tey by his arm. “get your ass up and let’s go find them.”

“you are just going to find something you do not want to see,” he planted his feet on the ground firmly, rigid and unmoving to your touch. you turned to look at him, as he furrowed one of his brows. “are you a lecher, y/n? is that what this is?”

“first of all, ew. absolutely not. second of all, are you dumb? if they successfully get down and dirty, she’s no longer promised to you, right?” his ears flicked at your response, finally relenting to your touch. “now let’s go.”

you followed their scent, navigating the underbrush with tsu’tey, who was regretting his decision to come with you. you were supposed to be moving cautiously and quietly, yet you kept walking into leaves and suppressing meltdowns over previously uncovered bugs. he was busy thinking of ways to cover up your pursuit when you stopped suddenly, murmuring in the distance.

“...and i love…so, i don’t…” you could make out bits and pieces of a husky voice’s speech through the trees. the mention of love made your heart beat to an unspoken cadence.

“...then tell…keep waiting…unfair…” the second voice spoke with a higher pitch, but a louder tone, the words poisoned with blatant vexation. you contorted your face and looked to tsu’tey, his visage equally scrunched and perplexed. you ventured further into the thicket, until you could make a slight outline of two bodies through thick blades of green.

“she already hates me, neytiri. it’s not worth it,” the lower voice, now discernable completely as jake, slapped his hands to sides and fidgeted through the leaves. he was painfully nervous-he wasn’t the type of person who froze when he was scared. he dawdled around aimlessly. like an idiot, you added a note to your mental observations. a lying, stupid idiot.

“she is going to hate you more if you do not get it together,” a seethe, accompanied by the flattening of ears and a slap to jake’s head. “you will lose her completely. tell y/n.”

“i can’t.”

“it appears you have no choice. y/n,” neytiri swiftly moved through the grass to reveal your hiding spot, tsu’tey’s mouth pursed and yours agape. the edges of her lips curled up into a demure smile. “i had faith that you would come after us. i did not expect you, however. come with me.”

her tone was that of a mother scolding her child, leading tsu’tey back to camp by his small, tender ear. her chides in na’vi as she stomped would’ve made you giggle if it were not for the looming dread in your sternum, turning towards jake and his solemn, downturned ears.

his stupid ears.

his stupid nose.

his lying mouth.

“i know,” to your short response his eyes widened, cheeks donning an uncharacteristic tint.

“i’m so sorry. i know it’s fucked up of me, but i didn’t know how to-”

“-it’s okay. you don’t need my blessing to mate with neytiri, right? i just would’ve preferred you told me sooner. i knew you liked her, it just sucked. to be left in the dust. i really liked you, you know,” you crossed your arms and pressed them close to your chest, trying to ignore the saline tears welling in your eyes. and then, he laughed.

how could he laugh at a time like this?

he really didn’t care, did he?

jake sully.

stupid, lying jake sully.

“fuck you,” you bursted out, teardrops scalding your cheeks in their wake as you turned to leave.

“wait, i’m not laughing for the reasons you think i am-okay, wait. wait, let me explain,” his fingers brushed your wrist, reaching a little too late. “y/n! let me explain.”

“i literally cannot think of a way you can explain this without looking like a total cunt-ow! let go of me, jake! what the h-” your scorning monologue was brief, as jake pulled you off balance by your tail. you fell back first into the tall grass, head braced by jake’s hand underneath it. his hips pinned you to the ground by your own, one leg in between your own. broad shoulders loomed over you and cut out of your peripheral. you felt so…small, underneath him. it increased the growing ache in your lower abdomen, fueled by neither hurt, nor fear. you tried to squeeze your legs together to negate the pooling sensation-you shouldn’t have felt like this. this was a bad idea.

“so, uh, as i was saying…” he trailed off as you rolled your head to the side, refusing to look at him. “can you just look at me?”

“no.”

“fine,” he shook his head slightly with a tsk sound, assessing your body and the way it seemed to be engulfed by his own-even as a na’vi, you were so tiny in comparison to him. just as he seemed to be lost enough in his own thoughts for you to make your escape, he shifted your position abruptly. whipping your head towards him, it felt like all of his weight was on you: his nails dug into your thighs as he pulled them apart and past his torso-now, he was directly in between your legs. jake leaned forward onto his forearms, your lips millimeters apart from one another. you had no choice but to look into rich, amber eyes. either that, or focus on the way his hips were pistoned deeper into yours, fabric unwilling to spare you the feeling of his length rubbing against your clothed sex.

“as you were saying,” you cleared your throat, scratching an itch on the top of your head. he smirked, pleased with his ability to make you yield. his smirk quickly faded, replaced by a more stoic expression.

“remember the day we almost died?”

“you mean, one of the last days you pretended that you knew me?” you scoffed, and he narrowed his eyes at you for a split moment. “yeah, i remember.”

“i didn’t care if i died, but,” he began to fidget nervously, involuntarily exacerbating the wanton throb. yet, you were too focused on his words to notice. “i cared if you died, and i cared a lot, a lot more than i was supposed to. and that started fucking with me.”

you tilted your head with a doe-eyed expression that made jake tense up with a potent, unsolicited salacity. his ensnarement tactic was working painfully against him. his loincloth was growing increasingly more soiled in a messy, debauched ring.

“so i, uh…i ran, like an idiot,” jake’s breath hiked to a dry growl, shifting weight between legs. “i didn’t want to get you hurt. because if i did let myself and i let something happen to you, not only would i lose you, i would lose myself. i would lose everything i believe in. so, i tried to stay away from you.”

“well, i mean. you did just regain the ability to walk again. i’d wanna run, too,” you snickered in attempt to lighten the mood, unable to handle the sonorous tone of his words. jake rolled his eyes, holding back a smile. he thought that shouldn’t have been as funny to him as it was. “i’m so funny.”

“yeah, whatever. anyways,” he took a deep breath, knowing damn well you were right. “as we settled into omatikayan land, neytiri told us about customs, and picking a mate. how i would eventually claim a woman. i started avoiding you right around ‘mating’ season, so it was hard.”

“...okay? what does this have to do with me?” there was too much emotional clamor inhabiting your brain to properly absorb what he was saying. “ohhh…so you claimed neytiri right after ignoring my existence, and now you want to rub salt in the wound because you’re a dickhead-i’m so smart.”

“no-you have got to be dumber than me, holy shit,” he bit his lip in discontempt. either you genuinely were painfully oblivious to the situation, or you wanted him to spell it out for you. he had a notion that it was a reasonable mixture of both. “you literally just disregarded the last few things i’ve said. if it’s time for me to claim a woman, why would i claim neytiri? why would it be hard to stop talking to you?”

“chill out bitch, damn. i’m not the one who pretended someone didn’t exist for several months, watch your mouth. i’m listening though,” you weren’t really. “you’d claim her because you fell in love with her, and then maybe, i don’t know-your conscience thought it was a little weird to completely drop person and cling onto the next? surprised you have one. we’re running in circles.”

“but i wouldn’t claim a woman i didn’t want. i don’t want neytiri.”

“cool…? i don’t know what to say to you.”

“you just want me to say it outright for you, don’t you?”

“that would be particularly helpful, yes. i think if we did this from the beginning it would’ve helped.”

“if i was around you, i would’ve gone against my better judgment and claimed you in a heartbeat. to be blunt, i wanted to fuck you really bad.”

“wow! that seriously took a hard turn,” that was not the most appropriate reaction, but it was all you could utter.

was this how it was supposed to go?

your lips parted slightly, and jake immediately fixated on them. while he was noticing how roseate and plush they looked, you were having an internal dilemma at lightspeed. you thought this man hated you, and this whole time it was the stark opposite? were you the stupid one? were you the idiot? no, you couldn’t be. when you came down from your catatonic spell-well, it was more like you hit the ground violently, you minded jake’s position in between your legs. you also minded the soaked, wet state of your loincloth. “you wanted me like that?”

“yes, i did. but seeing you was a reminder that i couldn’t have you, and i wanted you so bad,” you watched jake’s adam’s apple bob as he swallowed and nodded, looking down at you with a darker stare. it was one you had never seen from him. a more predatory gaze. “i shouldn’t have wanted you, and i wanted you so bad. it’s only gotten worse.”

you assessed his gaze. it was as if he was ready to ravage you and everything that you were in that moment, right there. perhaps that gave you the courage to push his limits-how depraved was he, truly? how much restraint did he have, when it came to you?

��and all this time i’ve been sucking on a bottle of pink whitney, wishing it was you,” you ran your hands over the grooves in his arms, separating each mammoth, rigid muscle. you took one of his hands in both of yours, running his calloused finger over your inner thigh slightly-enough to pick up the sticky substance that threatened to gush out of you. “but now, we’re here. you’ve starved me as much as you’ve starved yourself. so, what are you going to do? what you should do, or what you want to?”

he growled just above a dull roar, trying to battle his ache and the dilemma of forbidden pining. god, how he wanted you. he ached for you, with such an illicit thirst-to devour you, one kiss at a time. your fingers skimmed the pressed outline of his aching tip through his loincloth, which elicited a frantic, breathy gasp from jake. “you can be gentle, or you can be rough. you don’t have to think about anything. actually, i’m pretty sure you’ve been thinking way too much.”

“you don’t know what you’re doing to me,” it came out as more of a dark, tenebrous moan that made you giggle. he stared down at your slick, tempting essence. he wanted to indulge in you, the delicacy that you were to him. yet a quick taste would never be just that-he’d want all of you. he looked back up at you, with the same predatory leer. you brought jake’s hand up to his mouth, feeling the ache worsen as he licked them clean with a groan.

“or, maybe i do.”

his hands worked their way up your thighs. your breath shortened as you let your eyes graze his hands-large, azure, and veiny. the position jake’s hands on your legs seemed natural, as if they were right where they belonged. he gripped your thighs, massaging the innermost part with his thumbs. his lips chose to travel to your collarbone and continue their conquest upwards, leaving carmine bruises, love bites, and tender kisses in their wake. he stopped when he was positioned face-to-face. your heart beat out of your chest as you felt lustrous yellow eyes linger on your own, and then your lips. he brushed them against yours.

“i’ve waited for this forever, you know,” he caressed your cheeks with his thumbs. “you’re so beautiful. as humans, or big blue people. whatever we are, and wherever we are, you’ve always stunned me. every rational thought i have blurs when i look at you, it’s like you put a spell on me. you’re enchanting, and it’s unreal.”

“you think so?” your ears perked up coyly as you felt your lips curve into a smile. that was probably the nicest thing anyone had said to you in awhile, or the history of ever, even. your honeyed reaction made his tail flick around in back of him, enamored by your visage. it continued to swish, curling prettily.

“oh, honey. i know you are. my pretty, pretty baby,” he kissed your nose, giving you a grin. his tongue ran over your bottom lip with a soft bite, before intertwining his lips with yours.

suddenly the air was thick and hot; infernal. you weren’t the worst kisser, but god, you felt like you paled in comparison to jake fucking sully. his tongue spoke to you a simple, yet tantalizing and tantric mantra that mesmerized you. veiny hands danced a viennese waltz against soft skin, retracing the path that led to your lips. he let his hands trail back down to your thighs, fingers grazing your sodden, clothed clit.

“you wanted me so bad, huh? all wet for me?” you nodded as he played with the string on your loincloth, before pulling it off and to the side.

“well, i fucking needed you, oh,” he let out a husky moan and ran his fingers over your lips, before parting them. “look at you-what a perfect pussy. i’m going to fucking ruin you.”

he thumbed your engorged, tender clit with one hand, while sliding in the middle & ring finger of the other into your warm, messy cunt. it was all so overwhelming-your faint titillated whimpers and whines, paired with the sound of fingers enveloped in slick folds. your voice was muted and low in an attempt to preserve the sanity and sleep of those in the relatively adjacent camp. but in the stillness of the night, the hot cacophony of your saccharine sweet voice and his frenetic movements that produced such wet, obscene noises, were resound upon jake’s ears. he thought it was akin to that of a siren’s beguiling melody.

“i want…w-want…mm,” you babbled, jake looking at you, yet unrelenting in his pace. the way he pumped his fingers was heavenly, but you needed more. “…you. inside me, please.”

“don’t worry. i’ll fuck that pretty pussy soon. but first…” he unclasped your chest piece with one hand, throwing it to the side while he kneaded one of your boobs. he flicked your nipple with his tongue before swirling it around the sensitive nub, latching onto it. he drove his fingers in and out of your squelching cunt with the occasional curl. two fingers alone already made you feel so full, sucking them in as you pulsed around them.

“i fucking love your tits. you’re latching onto my fingers,” it was like he could read your mind. smirking at your rampant, tiny mewls, he switched breasts, continuing the onslaught on your throbbing pussy. “let me focus on this boob, though. she needs love, too.”

“sisters, not twins, yeah? something like that,” he rasped through his teeth, lapping and sucking. your vision began to get hazy overcome by the torturous intoxication his touch brought, “you know what? doesn’t matter. your tits are gorgeous.”

he released his hold with a pop, leaning back to look at your disheveled countenance, exhaling raggedly. he placed his fingers in his mouth to relish in your sapid taste once more, while his eyes traced every inch of your body. your mouth hung in an O shape, lips plump and glossy. your eyes glossed over. your hair was frizzy and unkempt. you were nothing akin to the meticulously crafted countenance you slaved away for every day. he created a breathtaking mess out of you, which made him wretch with such a frenetic, venereal hunger.

he needed to fuck you stupid.

he needed to tear you apart.

“so pretty,” you murmured as he untied his loincloth, unsheathing his length in its entirety. the shaft same color as the rest of his body, a mixture of azure and sapphire stripes. it was unreasonably thick and lengthy, and had two veins leading to his blushing indigo tip. it throbbed as precum dripped down its side, and onto big balls. it was practically begging for solace in the form of your tongue swirling around it and hollowing your cheeks. “i want a taste.”

“you’re so sweet babydoll. but no,” his denial of your request was met with a disappointed whine and pouty lips. “i really should fuck that mouth of yours for all the shit you talk, but it can wait another day. i need to be inside you right now.”

his breath hitched as he watched his length disappear inside of you with a slicked sound.

“holy shit. you’re so fucking tight, jesus fucking christ,” jake seethed between breaths, panting. he dug his nails into your hips, writhing five hot points of pressure with his grip. his thrusts were slow but with intention, stretching your walls and hitting your core. you stared down at the way his thigh muscles tensed while he snapped his hips. you bit back a moan, your vision blurring slightly from the jolting motion, and your legs threatening to buckle. “dear god-fuck. oh, fuck. fuck, baby.”

“you feel so fucking good, and you’re taking my cock so fucking well,” he let one hand go and trailed it slow up your torso and stopped at your shoulders, quickening his strokes and making your eyes roll back. his fingers ghosted your neck with a dark laugh and a groan, “oh, fuck-what a good fucking girl. you like that, sweet thing?”

“jake,” you pleaded as he rutted into you, raking your nails across his back. you wrapped your legs around him, desperate for release. “this feels so good. oh, jake, ’m gonna…”

“oh god, i fucking love the way you say my name. go ahead and come for me, baby,” he buried his head into the crook of your neck, pumping deeper into you at an unadulterated and alacritous pace. jake pressed kisses to your neck while he felt you squirm and twitch on his length, muffling whines and moans. your glistening cunt tightened around him, like it was luring his cock further into you. he didn’t know how much further it could go. “make a mess all over my cock. it’s all yours, sweet thing. always has been. now use it like it is.”

it was hard for you to give any sort of intelligible vocalization (unlike pussydrunk jake, who seemed to be a little too loud, groaning fuck and i wanna cum over and over) while your eyelids fluttered and blood roared in your ears. you were having a sensory overload, and couldn’t help but drown in the pleasure. from the hickeys he pressed lightly over your taut collarbone with wet lips and the way his cock hit your g-spot, to all the husked whimpers jake let out while throwing his head back and the sound of skin hitting skin, you were in bliss. he was able to quell and rouse the insatiable ache that pooled low inside you, all at once. you were arched and unraveling with a splintering rapture, your own juices mixing with the warm, creamy seed that painted even the innermost corners of your walls.

“wow,” he looked down at your angelic, supine image through long eyelashes, panting. you relaxed your spine, coaxing his cock out of you gently. he was so desperate and unprincipled when it came to you that he probably would’ve stayed inside you the whole night. and you were far too exhausted for that.

“you sure as hell can have a taste of me now, holy shit,” his eyes were glued to your puffy cunt, watching his cum veneer it with a milky white. he swiped his finger in a swipe up your lips, holding his findings to your mouth. you licked it with a small mewl before contorting your face, bleating out a blegh.

“salty?” broad shoulders rose to the rhythm of a hearty laugh as you nodded, pushing the hair out of your face. “it’s cum, baby. i eat like a starved dog. don’t expect much next time.”

“that’s so tragic for me.”

“yeah, yeah. are you okay, though? do you need anything, sweet thing?”

“i need a hug,” you pulled him back towards you, and splayed your hands on his back. with a soft laugh, you traced the welts from your scratches before playing with his tousled mess of hair. the smell of sweat and a rich, earthy scent pervaded your senses as you meticulously picked out the stray blades of grass from each strand. “i’m sorry for fucking up your back.”

“what, are you kiddin’ me? don’t apologize. i’m gonna wear this shit like a medal. tell everybody my pretty girl gave ‘em to me.”

“you say that like you’re not gonna go back to your regularly scheduled ignoring y/n routine. i know you’ll leave eventually,” you huffed, slapping a hand on the newly damp grass to search for your chestpiece. he brought your hand back to his hair, kissing your forehead.

“and you say that like everything hasn’t changed. what’s the point of this if we part?”

“an extra notch under your belt, or something? i have not a clue, toruk makto. oh, congratulations on that, by the way,” you turned your head away from him to spare your tears. for some reason, it suddenly hurt to look at him. the last thing you wanted him to see was your hysterical sobs, after you just bore every other part of yourself to him. you’d have nothing else when he’d go.

he wasn’t really going to stay, was he? no one ever stayed for long. and it would be rather bold to think jake sully out of all people would stay for long, too.

you swallowed, clearing your throat. “i don't expect you to stay. i know i made a big deal about it, but...it really would make a lot more sense to marry neytiri.”

“oh, shut the fuck up," a playful eye roll. "i already told you, silly. i don’t want neytiri. i want you.”

“here-we can get up, and pretend that this didn’t happen, okay? we’ll say you got beat the fuck up by an animal, or something-”

“y/n,” he tilted you gently by your jaw, forcing you to face him. “i want you.”

“-and we can say you were brave and fought him because you’re the hero,” you choked out a sob. “you’re the hero, and i was just there as a witness. the nobody to scoff at; the outsider. i’m nothing to those people. i’m nothing compared to you.”

you were scared. truly, you did not want to see him go, but if you trusted him and loved him with your entirety, and one day he would no longer be there, it would break your heart into pieces. and your heart had already been broken quite enough. ah. so this was jake’s reasoning.

maybe you were the stupid one.

maybe you were both stupid.

yeah, definitely the latter.

“hey, hey, hey. enough of that bullshit. take a deep breath,” jake scooped you up slowly, repositioning you to cuddle in his lap. he tipped your head to lay a kiss against your lips, before pressing your head against his chest. you tried to sync your breathing to the cadence of his own chest rising and falling. he placed a caressing hand on the small of your back, rocking slowly. “i’m not scared anymore, and i’m going anywhere. i love you, y/n. you could never be nothing to me.”

you looked up at him, eyes widening. ‘i love you, y/n.’

there was something about the way he said it, paired with his fluttering, onyx eyelashes adorning gorgeously deep amber eyes. it was like a profound nocturne he sang just for you. there was something about the way he complimented you in a warm, sheltered whisper that tasted like a dulcet dream. it was a sonnet he read just for you. like a poet who lived and died for you.

just for you.

yet, foolishly-for moons, and moons, the poet restrained himself from telling you that your visage was his muse, due to his own trepidation. all he needed to do was trust in you, and let go.

maybe you did, too.

“you promise?” a gentle plead was all you could get out as he wiped your tears.

“i promise. and i’ll seal it with a kiss. or maybe a couple,” he brought your hand up to his mouth, kissing it gingerly. “you are my everything. and that is nothing to scoff at.”

home was not a city, or a state. home was not even a planet, like earth or pandora.

home was jake.

home was jake sully.

stupid, jake sully.

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[seeingteacupsindragons]

It is Moriarthree week (?? I guess?) and because my inbox is so quiet lately, I have to think of ideas for my own content (how rude), and I think I can make today's prompt (????) into a meta idea.

Sibling Bonding! Let's go.

Let's go, in fact, all the way back to chapter two, when Albert takes time off work to help Louis and Albert move into their manor in Durham. Albert does not live there and I'm not sure he's ever actually even there after his little brothers are all moved in; most of the plot takes place in London, where he canonically lives, and it's mentioned he sees William (and accordingly, Louis) maybe once or twice a month (in The Final Problem). And yet, despite there not being any real plans to carry out their murder plot from Durham, or any actual intention yet of starting their plot in earnest, Albert comes and helps them move in because that's the brotherly thing to do!

I will say that later it's not totally clear when this chapter takes place. If he's just moving to Durham, it would make sense for Liam to be 17 and just having gotten his professorship. And it might make sense for Albert to help…literal children move in. But they don't actually look that young in any other respect, William actually appears in that chapter to have already had his job while living…elsewhere? (Sir, it is a multi-hour train ride from London to Durham; what is happening?). And it would require an extra time skip that's not indicated and it would fuck up the years.

So we're just going to have to assume they've actually known each other for 14 years already and the timeline is just a bit of mess yet again.

It's been 13 years since we last saw them, and things have changed. Albert has really been fully integrated into the sibling trio by then. So this chapter has to do a lot of work. Since their relationship is so critical to and such a huge emotional component of the story, it needs to be established very early. And I actually think the way it's done here is significantly more effective than massive exposition. It's just some small details, the careful interactions and inside jokes and the well-oiled reactions to each other's habits. There's not much heavy exposition. We find out more about their middling years together later, with Jack and even Milverton.

But in chapter two, we see this wealth of years between them in small details and not stories. We see Albert's overly detailed map, which William is just politely exasperated about and knew to expect. We hear Louis talk about Albert's fastidiousness as common knowledge among the brothers, a sign they've lived closely together for a long time, since Albert's bio family never seemed to pick up on it. We hear about Albert having made his excuses to the military to give his brothers a hand and see where they're going to be living. We see them comfortable, with sleeves rolled up, working together on domestic tasks before they work together on murderous tasks again. They work together even on something as simple as cleaning as an effective team.

But those little details, shown right up front, kind of establish the same thing as William liking the Fibonacci sequence and Shakespeare do. They actually show the lived in relationship instead of telling us what it is. They give us small details to find cute and which aren't overwhelming when actual plot is supposed to be happening. A lot of those details upfront grow into something else later.

And, apparently, Louis even hates grapefruit, but eats it for their plan. Cute.

[mrcspectr]

oh i would LOVE to hear your marc and jake thoughts, anything you have to say about them i am listening

FIRED from writing about the boys because this took FOREVER sodjfnfkdkd sorry sometimes the brain just. Doesn't. 😅

Ahem. So. (Also disclaimer; this is in terms of their MCU counterparts, comics characterization has some similarities to this in my mind but it's not quite the same.)

I love exploring Marc and Jake's relationship because really.. we don't know a whole lot just yet, so there's plenty of room to play around with, right? Five minutes of a scene of Jake along with six episodes with varying degrees of Marc involvement doesn't really leave a lot of room for canon characterization, but to me, there's really only one way that it works.

The way the show ended left Marc and Steven living as a sort of cohesive, brotherly relationship. Things are bumpy, but they're more aware and are beginning to learn to live in tandem with each other. But it didn't start out that way. We went from Steven not knowing of Marc at all, to confusion, to misunderstanding, frustration, resentment caused by Marc's lies and anger from Steven once he realized how many decisions Marc had been making without his input. A ton of work had to be done and processing needed to happen to an extent so that the two could understand each other. And in that dynamic, Marc held the most information.

So what happens when Marc falls into Steven's shoes?

Honestly, I think it would be incredibly funny.. eventually. The point we're at right now, we've got a pushpin right in the dead center of Steven's timeline in season one. Marc is confused. Marc is missing things. Marc is realizing that this time, he's not the one with the upperhand, he's not seeing all the pieces on the board. I don't think he'd react in quite the same way because he's not Steven; Steven had this intense fear of the unknown, was horrified at the existence of someone he didn't understand. He just wanted his little life with his own things and wanted to be content with that, somehow. Until a certain Mr. Marc Spector threw a nuke in the whole thing.

Marc I think would be more.. frustrated initially. Quick to anger. At first, I think he'd be entirely unwilling to acknowledge Jake at all, assuming that if he just ignores the problem, it will go away. Because Marc knows how their brain works, he would've known if there was someone else. And Jake would just laugh. He'd giggle and chortle and it would drive Marc insane. Like, buddy. You really thought you had this under control, all by yourself? Weren't gonna acknowledge all the missing time that couldn't possibly have been accounted for during Steven's waking hours? The bodies? The near impossible escapes that he had no recollection of? The hazy timelines that Steven seemed to sideeye him for just a little too long during his explanations?

Eventually that anger would still come, in the same way it had with Steven but from Marc's perspective. He doesn't always agree with Jake's violence, but Jake knows Marc had never been entirely above hurting people and isn't afraid to call him out on his hypocrisy. He's saved the lot of them more times than he can count and he won't apologize for it, but Marc Knows Best and is constantly picking a fight regarding Jake's methods, his attitude, his blatant refusal to follow Marc's plans. Again, Marc has always (lol) been the one in control, and giving up the reigns will be. Well. Near impossible.

I could talk about this all day, but the way their habits and personalities bounce off of each other has always been so fun to play with for me. The relationships between the three of them are a kaleidoscope of colors, reflections of each other but varying hues that shine in unique ways.

Plus they're so dumb. But I love 'em.

[stxleslyds]

you know how dc keeps forcing this sudden "we're a family" narrative out of nowhere? I'd love batfam content but years of hurt among them make the recent content seem unearned.

bc you know more about dick and jason than the others, how do you think they would realistically become family to each other, or would it even be in character for them to be the "bros" they're written as now?

Oh anon, this question is amazing, I love it! I saw it when I woke up and since then my brain has been brewing this answer, I was thinking about it as I brushed my teeth and as I was making breakfast, and now I am ready to give you the answer, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed thinking/writing about it!

DC keeps forcing the wrong relationships, and they keep forcing the wrong centre of this supposed family, they make it out to be the Bat-Family when in reality the Bat (Bruce) should have never been invited to this party.

This is why I give you the… Dick-Family!

Oh yeah baby, I am going there. Dick is the centre of this “family”, he is the guy who is actually connected with everyone, he has been around for so long and he has been present when almost all of the remaining characters were introduced! Bruce might have come first but that guy has nothing on Dick Grayson.

Dick has cared and loved for everyone in this family in a true and beautiful way, no matter how much fanon and DC try to tell us otherwise. This man was an amazing son to Bruce and Alfred (my love for Alfred and Dick is brought to you by @hood-ex), a fantastic brother to Jason, Tim and Cass as well as a phenomenal father/older brother to Damian.

Dick Grayson is the centre of this whole thing, and thanks to DC now being an Omniverse I will be able to explain my line of thoughts. But first let me clear some ideas up.

The way I see it Jason would only get along good enough with Dick. I am not here for Jason and Tim having brunch together (honestly, Lobdell, what were you thinking), Jason never cared for Tim, and then writers that didn’t know how the Red Hood worked made him try to kill Tim so, to me, that relationship is non-existent, Jason doesn’t really perceive Tim (yet).

Jason and Damian, listen, I know that there is this fanon theory that Jason knew and cared for Damian while he was in the League, but that is just fanon talk and it doesn’t really fit in canon either. Jason wasn’t really capable of doing much other than fight, and after he was put in the Lazarus Pit he either had to leave because Ra’s wanted to kill him or Talia took him to the All-Castle. So, Jason’s only real interactions with Damian would be when Jason was written as a crazy, blood thirsty dude that actually tried to harm a child. So, him and Damian wouldn’t really have a good relationship (yet).

Jason and Cass… that’s just a no. Jason and Barbara, I mean Barbara was older than Dick when she first met Jason, so they wouldn’t have much of a relationship.

Now, lets move on to how I will make the Dick-Family work.

Dick (bless him) actually talks and listens to people, unlike Bruce, so the change would start there. Let’s set the timeline, I will stand right after the events of Under the Red Hood. Bruce just chose saving Joker over letting Jason kill the Joker and the building they were in exploded.

Batman keeps on being himself (trash) and Jason, having survived the explosion, moves on to keep on building his empire. He really wants to control the drug trade in Gotham, so he works on that, he slowly but surely takes his place as a drug lord again and is a constant pain in Black Mask’s ass.

While Jason is doing that, Dick is trying to put together his life after Bludhaven was attacked with Chemo. Let’s say that Bludhaven isn’t completely erased from the map but he does have to leave so the city can be re-built. He goes to Gotham, where the Red Hood works.

Let’s say that Alfred told Dick who was under the Red Hood, so Dick being a good brother goes looking for Jason. Their first interaction out of the mask wouldn’t be nice, Jason barely remembers his life before the pit and he really is convinced that Dick is the absolute worst.

But then Jason being a nosy man would make an appearance, for some reason, let’s say that he hacks into the Batcave and when he does that he finds some footage… The footage in question would be the one which shows Bruce punching Dick and sort of blaming him for Jason’s death. (Oh yeah, I am going there). The footage will make a memory come to mind, Dick taking Jason on a skying trip.

So, the next time that Dick and Jason see each other is because Jason went looking for Dick and here is where these two actually talk. The way I see it, Dick is more flexible with the no killing rule, he has worked many times with people that are villains or that just have different ways of doing things. So, I think that he would understand where Jason’s coming from with his ideas. As they begin to understand one another Jason begins to recover more and more memories from before the Pit.

They get together once a week and they chat about life as well as vigilante stuff. They become friends.

At the same time Dick is also very good friends with Tim and also acts like the amazing big brother he is with him. They chat, they sometimes work together and one day they come across a very complicated situation involving a new drug being introduced in Gotham.

Dick would call Jason and now both of them and Tim are reunited in a safe house working together so this new drug doesn’t fall in the wrong hands. Jason and Tim wouldn’t really like each other. Both of them are there for Dick and because they have to get the job done.

That’s how I see Dick forming the Dick-Family unconsciously. Hell, I will introduce Barbara now. Do you guys remember that in UtRH Barbara was mad with Bruce and didn’t want to work with him but she was still in contact with Dick? Well, I am using that so it can fit my narrative.

Dick, Jason and Tim need more intel so Dick calls Oracle (real Oracle) and because Barbara trusts Dick she works with them.

Here is where it gets interesting, through Barbara, Dick meets Cass, through Tim he meets Stephanie. You see that Dick’s connections are leading him to form a group of people. Cass and Stephanie are trained by Babs and Dick and they become the new Batgirls.

As all of that keeps developing Jason and Dick become “partners in crime” they help each other, they start building a brotherly relationship again. Although Jason refuses to say that out loud.

Then comes in Damian, a difficult child if there has ever been one but he has Bruce so Dick doesn’t have to jump in that fast… right?

Oh brother! Bruce is dead (omg what would we do? Battle for the cowl maybe? No!). with Bruce gone there is only one person who can take his place and everyone knows it has to be Dick.

Dick would feel a lot of things as he is taking Bruce’s place as Batman but he has a group of people ready to back him up (Alfred, Jason, Tim, Babs, Cass, Steph), and he also has to take care of Damian, he is a child and with his father gone then maybe his mother would want to take him back to the League of Assassins, Dick obviously doesn’t want that so he talks to Tim and tells him that he sees him as his equal and that he has a plan to make Damian stay and it involves making Damian his new Robin.

Tim would obviously be sad and a little hurt, but he understands Dick’s decision because they talked about it and Dick actually took the time to explain why he was doing what he was doing (really DC half of the problems you guys come up could be fixed in seconds if people would only take some time to just TALK!).

Dick and Damian work as Batman and Robin and Dick starts assuming the position of his father. They would live with Alfred in the penthouse and maybe Tim will join them from time to time (when he wasn’t busy with Young Justice/Teen Titans stuff). Slowly Dick and Damian will become the Dynamic Duo that we love today.

So, Dick would have his own Robin, Oracle (who is also managing her own team with Black Canary and (why not) the Batgirls), Red Robin and Red Hood working with him if he needs them. They are always a call away. Jason is the most difficult to reach and he will only involve himself in that kind of drama if its about controlling the drug trade or scaring the living shit out of some very shady people.

So, Red Hood wouldn’t be working with the new (and improved) Batman but Jason would hang out with Dick sometimes.

From there they build up. Dick renovates Arkham Asylum and makes it work they way that it is supposed to work. He might also recruit Catwoman when he needs someone really sneaky, they have known each other for so long, I bet Selina loves Dick, she would certainly help him out.

But as all things do, this happy and well-connected Dick-Family is disrupted when Bruce comes back, he inserts himself slowly back into his role as Batman and as he does that Dick starts to move away from it.

But Dick’s connections are strong and well cared for, so, even when he goes back to Bludhaven and starts fresh (again) as Nightwing those connections remain. Oracle still gives him intel, Robin and Red Robin come over to Bludhaven to patrol, maybe they even have their own rooms at Dick’s place.

With Bludhaven functioning again, all of the terrible people that were working there also come back, maybe some of them never left and they have been corrupting the city from its very core. So, when Jason tells Dick that he would like to expand his operations to Bludhaven, Dick says yes, as long as Jason keeps him updated on his work and also lets him know what is going on.

I think it works! What do you guys think so far?

From then on with the whole Dick-Family being connected and strong I think they can actually act and solve their problems as a family. All those arcs that didn’t work very well because Bruce was in the middle of it being a jerk, I think they will work if Dick is at the centre of it. Let’s say that Bruce hid the fact that Joker knows their identities and all that, with such a strong family the second that the Joker tries to manipulate Jason into believing that he created him, Dick will come out of the shadows and shut that bullshit down. If Joker tries to do something to the Circus, then the Birds of Prey and the Robins will be there in seconds helping Dick.

The Court of Owls, those little shits wouldn’t stand a chance against this team, this force of nature! Jason would be the one working from afar because you know my boy wouldn’t be subjected to the “no-killing” rule but if he does it, he has to do it away from the children (Damian) and away from Cass, if he doesn’t want to know real trouble. (He probably arranged those things with Dick a long time ago and he is happy with it).

Now, please forgive me but for angst reasons I will actually let the events of, Batman Incorporated #8, Forever Evil, Nightwing #30 and Spyral run its course.

Let me explain, after Damian’s death Dick holds the Dick-Family together, as well as Bruce because he is amazing like that, but then after Dick supposedly dies, things change just a little bit. Jason would retreat back to his own corner because the only thing attaching him to the Dick-Family was Dick but he would also keep his eyes open and he might also have a direct line with Oracle if things go south.

Aside from Jason, I do see the others working on keeping their connections intact. When Damian eventually returns the land of the living, I can see all of them coming together even more because that’s what Dick would have wanted.

And then Dick will come back from Spyral and here is where the Dick-Family will show the “Bat-Family” why its superior to it in every aspect possible.

The Dick-Family will notice that something must have happened, Dick would never play dead and leave them like that, but Dick loves Bruce and he doesn’t want to tell them the truth, Bruce has no memories now and his family doesn’t deserve that kind of drama BUT Jason and Tim are suspicious, they know Dick at this point and they trust him so they firmly believe that he is hiding something to protect someone. And here is where life repeats itself. Let’s review the Batcave’s footage, yes, I did it again, I just love the fact that Bruce has footage of himself being the absolute worst to his kids, how does DC not use it! Anyway, Tim and Jason find the footage from the events of Nightwing #30 and suddenly the Dick-Family have their “Dick defence squad” jackets on and they are ready to party.

After all that Bruce eventually gets his memories back and he is held accountable for his actions. Also, around this time the events of Robin War would have already happened so Duke is also introduced. Dick lets him join and all that, and then Duke and Cass become besties and they work together.

And yeah, as Rebirth comes closer the Dick-Family would be more united than ever.

The end.

That is how I would have done it. But this way is slow, and DC wouldn’t be able to monetize it as much as they would want.

Jason wouldn’t be giving hugs and calling everyone their brother or sister, he will only get along with Dick and he would be professional with everyone else.

Tim and Damian would get along but they wouldn’t go for ice cream together on a sunny day. Steph and Damian would and so would Cass and Tim or Cass and Duke.

Oracle would work with Dick and the others as a side thing because her main thing would be the Birds of Prey, this time with Helena too.

Alfred would spend his time with Bruce but he would also be very aware of Dick and his influence on everyone around them. Bruce eventually would be integrated to the Dick-Family because Dick is a sweetheart but Dick would also make Bruce follow his rules, Dick is a little bean but he is also the most badass person in the room (whichever room) so you better listen to what he has to say.

The Dick-Family would be something that grows silently and doesn’t need a “Joker War” in order for them to be there for each other, they would try their best each step of the way and they will talk things out when mistakes are made.

This is the way that I see this family dynamic working.

I would even go as far as to say that Talia can be part of the Dick-Family because she is connected to three people, Dick, Damian and Jason.

Dick is the person with most connections in the DC Universe, the Titans, the Justice League, Deathstroke, they all have connections to this treasure of a man. If he needs help in Gotham or Bludhaven then he can call people from the “first circle”, if things are beyond a “street level” threat them he can call the Titans and if shit really hits the fan, Clark and the others are a call away.

Anyway, this was unnecessarily long, I am sorry about it but I am also not because I really don’t know how to answer your question without going on a long rant.

In conclusion the Bat-Family doesn’t work and sadly it wouldn’t work no matter how much they force it. These people don’t have connections, Bruce is not able to make connections between people. And DC has erased entire relationships that Dick used to have. I mean, they got rid of Dick and Tim being close brothers just so they could give us a shitty brunch between Tim and Jason? Only yesterday we saw a true and beautiful interaction between Dick and Damian.

DC is handling the “Bat-Family” in all the worst possible ways. It just doesn’t work.

They should have used Dick all those years ago and they shouldn’t have destroyed Jason’s characterization with Lobdell’s ideas.

So, sadly, my dear anon, I don’t see the Bat-Family as a in character thing for any of these people as they are written currently, but I hope that you enjoyed my version of it. May the Dick-Family bring everyone who reads about it a little joy!

[kanmom51]

How would you Interpret Jikooks relationship development over the years? Cause I’m my head, from content and observation, developments I’ve mentally put it down as (below) but I’m always so interested in others interpretations and why.

2012 - 2014 ~ friends/bandmates, jimin was in a deep caring for Jungkook stage which could’ve been seen as “brotherly” to some.

2015 ~ crushing, developing romantic feelings, mutual pining, seeking for attention, push/pull (will they? Won’t they?)

2016 ~ duo routines, pondering over possibilities/problems, maybe admitting feelings, rain fight? (I don’t really get the vibe they were dating though, very close) increase in affection/verbal compliments

2017 ~ discovering what they are, developing into a full relationship, getting a lot closer, shameless flirting, gifting, the year they told the members?

2018 ~ trying to figure out how a relationship will work for them, dos & don’ts, balancing, plus a hard year for them work wise, I don’t see them getting a full chance to develop their relationship efficiently, they mostly posted a lot of selcas. Very supportive during tours/injuries.

2019 ~ they’ve figured things out, they’re head over heels, attached at the hip, thriving on love euphoria, grand gestures, incredibly sweet.

2020 ~ domestic, getting a chance to “live” as a couple minus the drama of flying/touring, settling, fully committed, seeming almost restless at keeping it hidden, where one is, the other is. Bold & questionable moments.

2021 ~ “married” vibes so far. Very warm and sweet. Seem to be very much still in love and happy with each other’s company. Still much to be seen though. I’m not sensing any issues with them, just a decrease in content.

I have to refer you to my timeline anon, because the way I see Jikook and how and when they became a couple is differently than you.- My masterlist.

I've seen a lot of Jikookers thinking the relationship started only in 2017, and I find myself wondering how these major moments from 2015 & 2016 are being ignored.

Moments like:

Not to mention BV1 the Osaka Vlive, followed by JM's impression of Regina George Vlive & the Tokyo Vlive. There are many other 'couplie' moments all throughout that time period.

So yeah, as far as I am concerned, by 2017 they are well into building a relationship, and at that point they are also well into finding the balances needed within a healthy relationship.

By 2018, after the Tokyo trip and GCFT, may I remind you, their relationship is fully developed and only strengthening and coming back from Tokyo a boldness is added to the mix.

2018 is the year of BV3, GCFS ("I don't wanna hide no more...") and MAMA 2018, amongst others.

2019 is world tour. Being far from home may have given them a freedom they missed back in SK. Being in the USA gave them boldness, a feeling they can be more open and less judged, perhaps. This would be, by my count, a fourth year into their relationship. Their confidence in themselves and in their relationship is growing. They know what they want, they know who they love, they are not ashamed of it and it looks like they are testing the waters, in a way, once again but even more so, pushing the boundaries even more and more - how will people react? will people understand what they mean to each other? or will they continue to 'hide in plain sight'?

So, they were even wilder and just all over 'more'.

As for 2020-21, well, there is no doubt the pandemic had a great effect not only on the band but on JK&JM's relationship as well. Being 'stuck' in SK, unable to go on tour, having this unclarity, especially the first half of 2020, when we were all up in the air, not knowing or understanding where this is leading us, they had the time to 'settle down', perhaps live as a couple, one way or another. Yes, they have been living together for many years, but that still isn't the same as cohabitating as a couple, by themselves, without others surrounding them.

I see a calmness, a maturity and confidence to the relationship, now much more than ever. If before there was a gravitation towards each other, it feels even stronger now. Yes, they are professionals and part of a band of 7, so they cannot constantly be together, but when they find the opportunity, they are, on and off camera. They constantly gravitate towards each other. And when they can't, they just can't keep their eyes off each other (funny to see how at times it's a real struggle for them to not look at each other).

As for the flow of future content, well I say let's be thankful for whatever we get, and we will, mark my word.

Love and support JM/JK. xx

[twoidiotwriters1]

September 1976 (WITT One-Shot)

A/N: IT’S MY BIRTHDAY!! I wanted to give you some happy content for a change and Emily and Matthew are perfect for that -Danny

Words: 2,397

Series’ Masterlist

Listen to: ‘You are in love’ -by Taylor Swift

"I have a question for you, Mr Prefect," Emily catches up with Remus and interlocks their arms.

"Emily, it's the first Monday, please don't do this to me," He groans.

"You don't even know what I'm about to ask!"

"You only act all sweet and happy when you want to abuse my Prefect privileges—"

"I don't put my wand to your head, do I? Not exactly forcing you," She pouts.

"Ah, you got me there. What can I say? It's impossible to say no to you," Remus moves quickly, he puts an arm around her shoulders and squeezes her, ruffling her hair in a brotherly manner.

"Stop it!"

The moment they enter the Great Hall her eyes land on Matthew Dumbledore. Emily's steps slow down and her smile vanishes. Remus notices her change right away and his eyes follow hers, finding his best friend seated at the Gryffindor table.

"Moony," She says quietly. "Is it cruel of me to say I wish Matthew would say the same to me?"

"Say what? That he can't say no to you?" A lighthearted chuckle falls from his lips. "I thought you wanted him to get over you?"

Emily opens her mouth to reply, but she doesn't say anything. Remus knows her and Matthew better than they think he does. It's the troubled, distressed stare she gives him that makes him realize the truth.

"Holy shit," He smirks. "You have a crush on him."

Emily groans loudly, she turns around and starts to walk out of the Great Hall, Remus is starving, but he's more interested in knowing when the hell did this happen.

"You know, this isn't my business," He continues, now it's his turn to be the annoying, nosy friend and he'll take full advantage of it. "But if I remember correctly, last time he made a move on you, your exact words were—and I quote— 'How could you do this to me in front of everyone? If you ever do such a foolish thing again I'll kill you.' It was rather brutal..."

"Oh my God," She whines, covering her face. "I'm such an idiot."

"Yeah," He admits casually. "I really don't know how you'll get out of this one. I mean, when you got over James we were all happy for you, and Matthew seemed quite unfazed by it, I think he was trying hard to forget about you too..."

"You think he moved on?" Emily clings onto his arm anxiously, head falling back as she noisily cries in the empty corridor. "It's his fault! We were such good friends and then he had to go ahead and kiss me! I didn't have any confusing feelings until he stood in the way, those charming blue eyes and his shit-eating grin... I haven't been able to stop thinking about it, my parents thought I was sick because I couldn't eat—I couldn't eat, Remus!"

"Dear God, you're gone over him," Remus chortles. "This feels like I fell in the wrong timeline, I can't believe it! Is Lily Evans crushing on James as well now?"

"Oh, don't be stupid," She huffs. "This is serious, Moon, what the hell should I do?"

"How about we go back and have lunch?" The boy guides her back into the hall. "You can tell me about that favour you wanted from me in the first place? It'll keep your mind from Ruddy..."

Emily's on the verge of tears as soon as he mentions it. "I wanted to ask you about Matthew!"

Remus bites his lip in order to hide his smile, he shouldn't find the girl's distress amusing, but Emily's always had a talent for making him laugh even when she's not trying to.

"Alright," He says. "Let's get it over with. What about him?"

"I... I need to know if he still likes me. Even if it's just a little bit... I can't—I won't be able to live in peace unless I find out."

"Why don't you ask him?"

"You know how he is," She makes a face. "His bloody talent to avoid answering a question by changing the subject—you don't realize he did it until the conversation is long over..."

"You think he'll be honest if I ask?"

"He trusts you."

Emily came to a halt when she said it.

"I shouldn't ask you to betray his trust... No, I already did so much damage... Matthew hasn't been a good friend to James because of me—"

"That's not true, you know Matthew likes James—"

"But he feels guilty, doesn't he? He must... all those times he saw me cry because of James... if he was in love with me during all these years there's no way he didn't feel at least a little resentful towards Prongs and that's all my fault!"

"Matthew and James never had any troubles, it would've happened if James also had feelings for you but he sees you as a little sister!"

"Which is stupid because I'm older than him..." She grumbles.

"My point is," Remus pushes her forward, they walk towards the boy and he lowers his voice. "If Matthew found a way to look past his jealousy towards James, he'll forgive me for taking advantage of his trust."

"Forget it," Emily runs a hand through her hair in defeat. "I know the answer already, this is pointless."

Remus raises a brow. "How come?"

"I've always said Matthew moves from one thing to the next so fast I can barely keep up with his studies—Did you know he's already thinking of pursuing a career as a Healer if the Auror thing doesn't open once we graduate?"

"I thought he wanted to be an Unspeakable?"

"No! He dropped that idea as soon as he found out his dad wanted to be one when he was a kid!" Emily added in exasperation. "My point is, Matthew's really good at picking up things and then dropping them once he gets bored."

"He would never get bored of you. You're not a subject he's studying to distract himself," Remus brushes the comment aside.

Before she can add anything, they find themselves standing right in front of Matthew.

"Care if we join you, mate?" Remus asks.

The boy looks up from the Daily Prophet he's holding, his gaze is a little absent when he nods.

"Any good news we'd like to hear?"

There have been some strange occurrences outside the school, people disappearing, attacks on muggle-borns... it isn't hard to guess who's causing all of this.

Matthew looks back at the paper and hands a page to Remus. "These are the wedding announcements?"

Remus snorts, passing the paper to Emily, who leaves it on the table without even glancing at it.

"Not a good morning, then," She sighs, her eyes fixed on her plate.

"It's going to get better," Matthew replies.

He stares at her a second longer than necessary, Remus rolls his eyes at how blind both of them are. He would be lying if he said he doesn't enjoy it at least a little bit when he gets to play a part in their friends' drama. It's better than his own, anyway.

"You guys have anything to do this Saturday?" He asks.

"I always do," Matthew smiles tensely.

"C'mon Ruddy, can't you take a weekend off?"

Emily glances at Remus suspiciously but she doesn't try to stop him, she isn't sure she knows what's going on. Matthew grabs his cup of tea and drinks from it, considering his friend's offer. He tilts his head.

"Can't argue with that... This is my sixth year, perhaps I do need a break."

"Brilliant! What about you Emily? A picnic next to the black lake sounds good?"

"Oh!" She squirms a little at the idea. "You always say no when I suggest it! I've been dreaming of having a picnic for years!"

"Well, it's James and Sirius the ones that say it's a cheesy thing to do, but I don't see why not. Feels appropriate."

Matthew's eyes move to Remus, now he's the one who suspects something's going on.

"Moony..." He starts, but the boy stands up and grabs a toast before leaving.

"I hope you guys have fun! I won't be able to go, unfortunately," He shakes his head. "Too busy with Prefect duties!"

He walks away so fast Emily wonders if he's got some sort of supernatural abilities thanks to his condition. Matthew protests rather loudly, he calls his name several times but Remus ignores all of it.

"Prat," He scowls. "What was that about?"

The girl can't look at him, she simply can't. She's blushing and hasn't touched her food at all since she sat down, Matthew speaks in a gentler voice this time.

"Mil," He frowns. "What's going on?"

She shrugs without answering.

"That's vague."

Emily scoffs, looking away with annoyance.

"Did I do something?" He pouts.

That seems to trigger something in her, she looks up with her entrancing doe eyes and Matthew catches a wave of anger in them he's never seen before.

"I don't know, Matthew, did you?" She glares. "Let's recap, alright? For five years you never mentioned your feelings for me, then when I'm most vulnerable you decide it's a great idea to blurt out a love confession and kiss me in front of my crush—you made me feel guilty because of course I reacted badly! And you didn't deserve that!"

Matthew looks around the table, Emily isn't speaking too loudly yet, but if he lets her continue she will and then they'll be the talk of the school for the rest of the term. He grabs his things and stands up knowing Emily will follow him out. She's never been able to drop an argument in her life, let alone if she's the one who started it in the first place.

He's unable to talk at all while Emily walks beside him in silence, it's not one he'd call comfortable, charged with anger and confusion, some part of him it's leaning heavily to the same emotions he felt when he kissed her during their fifth year. He tries to ignore them with all his might; can't he see Emily's still angry about it? Why is his heart pounding against his chest?

She's been thinking about it. She's been thinking about him.

"I already said I was sorry," He begins. "I don't know what else you want from me."

"I don't want your apologies, that's for sure," She grumbles. "I don't want you to be sorry."

He looks down at her more confused than ever. "Then why are you nagging me about it?"

"Oh, so I'm nagging you?" She asks in outrage. "I annoy you now, that's how it is?"

"Emily," He stops right where the courtyard begins. "What?"

She stares at him sort of pleadingly, her hands close into tight fists, she wants to say something so badly, anything, but it's not fair. He respected her decision, she should do the same.

"Just... just forget it."

She takes a deep shaky breath, looking away from his intense gaze before she does something stupid.

"I'll see you in class."

"I... okay?" He frowns, watching her walk away.

He stands there for a second trying to process what just happened. Remus trying to set them up, Emily's clear discomfort... no, not discomfort... bashfulness. She'd acted this way before, he's sure of it, just not towards him.

A memory comes to him: A fourteen-year-old Emily trying and failing to ask James on a date, her inability to look at James in the eye for the rest of that week, the way she would snap at the boy more often during those days because she would get frustrated at his obliviousness.

"No way..." He says under his breath.

Did Emily use Remus to ask him on a date?

"Mil..." He says weakly, but she's too far away to hear. "Em... EMILY!"

He doesn't know at what point he started running, but he's once again chasing after the girl he's been in love with since he was a kid. The chance is as small as it always was, but somehow, it feels way more real than ever.

"Sultens," He speaks all out of breath. "Would you like to go out on a date with me?"

He can see way too many things going through her mind in the way her eyes widen and her mouth opens in surprise, then the tiniest, most beautiful smile he's ever seen finally appears.

"Yes."

The boy lets out a burst of incredulous laughter, Emily's blushing furiously, even more than he ever saw her blush at James Potter.

"Okay," He responds. "Thank you."

Matthew's eyes are almost blinding, his smile is the same as always, but knowing she's the cause of it makes it thousand times more special. The whole world has stopped existing for a second and it's only them in this huge empty space.

"You can say no," She starts shyly, "but I really want you to kiss me right now."

Matthew drops his bag, the newspaper and his wand without caring where they'll land. Emily feels his arms wrapping around her waist and lifting her from the ground, and then she can't see anything, but she feels him everywhere.

Merlin, he really is an excellent kisser.

Emily clings to his hair and pulls lightly, she knows he'll look most unkept after this but he doesn't seem to mind, he's focused on her and how her lips move against his instead of away, he knows this is how heaven feels like.

Time goes by in a way it hadn't gone ever since Matthew started school, it's slow and waits for him to call the shots but he has no intention of ending this. However, he's only human, his arms are getting tired from keeping Emily away from the ground, and his lungs are burning from the lack of air. He gently places her back on her feet, he can't bring himself to open his eyes. It's authentic magic, whatever just happened between them.

Emily clears her throat, none of them moves away.

"Thank you."

Matthew shakes his head, one hand holding her chin and lifting it up. "I'm not done."

He kisses her again and Emily grabs a fistful of his robes, he'll have a hard time fixing his uniform once they're done, but it'll be a while before they even consider stopping.

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[jewels2876]

Always. - A LOKI finale synopsis

So I thought I could write something magical or be inspired by the Loki finale for @the-th-horniest-book-club as it's their last day of celebration.

And it hit me. I can't.

Here's what I can do: dissect this episode down to its heartbreaking ending because at the end I still have a million questions and it's gonna take a cartoon What If?, a Spiderman movie, maybe a Hawkeye show?, and a Dr. Strange movie to answer them all and I'll STILL have questions after that.

Consider for just a moment what happened to 2012 Loki when the TVA captured him way back in Episode One - what the hell did removing Loki do to the MCU timeline? Thor: The Dark World never happened. And no I don't mean you can pretend Marvel put it out there because they did, and it's one of the worst Marvel movies, there I said it. But if TWD didn't happen, what else could have been affected?

And with that disturbing thought we begin...

The opening credits HAVE AUDIO! Every tag line uttered as the characters flash on the screen, EVEN LOKI gets his "We have a Hulk" in. It is awesome; it is glorious; it is expected with EVERY Marvel creation going forward.

Loki and Sylvie should know better than to stare at a door; they always seem to open on their own when that happens. Miss Minutes pops up out of nowhere, scaring the bejesus out of 70% of people, the other 30% wanted to see her one last time. And she's not the same Miss Minutes we first met. She's edgy, she's less peppy, and she gives our duo an offer. Honestly, she should have known the result but 🤷🏻‍♀️

Ravonna is doing something in her office; if she's cleaning it's a piss poor job. Miss Minutes shows up and tells Ravonna she gave her what she needs. Ominous.

Back to Loki and Sylvie who finally meet "He Who Remains." Now we all know guys with names like "He Who Must Not Be Named" are bad news. Guys, to answer the question asked in the show, I'm a little disappointed. The disappointment lasts about five seconds... The office they get transported to reminds me IMMEDIATELY of a certain movie and certain buildings we've seen before (insert duh at this point because you too have seen every Marvel movie ever.)

****** Side note: anyone know if Tom takes his tea with only two sugars? No? Yes? Okay getting back to other things ******

At this point, we get back to Ravonna and her lack of cleaning when Mobius shows up with the pruner (it has to have a cooler name! side side note: nope just glowing batons) and we get a nice little flashback to Original Ravonna (maybe?)

****** 2nd side note: since when did everyone who's not a Russo brother start using OHIO for origin stories? Seriously, go watch Black Widow. I'll wait.******

Now back to Loki, Sylvie, and He Who Remains, hereto known as HWR, who pulls the same trick we saw in the first episode with the "read and sign" guy with the adorable kitten. HWR needs a kitten, a pet at the very least. "You can't get to the end until you've been changed by the journey." HWR s is winding up for a pitch and also summarizes the show too. Loki asks if it's a manipulation; HWR finds the word interesting and I do to. Here's why:

Odin manipulated Loki's abandonment to his advantage

Thanos put Loki under mind control and used him

This is the 2012 Loki as a reminder, so he hasn't been subjected to imprisonment on Asgard or the brotherly banter/squabbles he and Thor have escaping Asgard, nor “Get help” from Ragnarok so it should come as no shock that Loki looks angry. After all, Odin and Thanos kind of killed any hope in Loki of feeling wanted or needed. Aren’t father figures supposed to instill hope, instead of disgust? Yeah, I can answer that one but that’d be an entire other post.

Now we’re back to Ravonna and Mobius and they spat over who was more betrayed - news flash: it was Mobius. But Ravonna has to do for the digs. “Those variants?” “You threw it away for a couple of Lokis.”  Mobius tries to reason with Ravonna, sounding exactly like Glenda and Elphaba from Wicked (his “together” is spot on Glenda!) Ravonna opens a portal looking for “free will” after giving Mobius one last beatdown.

And we’re back to Loki, Sylvie and HWR. HWR gives them a bit of his backstory; I have a suspicion he’s glossed over some of it (he admits being called a conqueror for cryin’ out loud!) He has a maniacal moment, standing on his desk, voice getting a little shrill and thin. He also admits he’s probably the saner of his variants (my words not his.) Then after his real-man-behind-the-curtain routine he makes them an offer. Take his place. Loki, who has been remarkably non verbal, asks why HWR would give up control. Good question from the guy who wants to be in control yet was meant to thrive on chaos he creates. If anyone is keeping score, questions have been asked but not a single ANSWER has been given! Sylvie isn’t believing a single word while our Loki’s wheels are turning.

****** 3rd side note: the acting has been PHENOMENAL this entire series. Forget what Marvel promised and didn’t deliver (fluid Loki) and a scene we’ll be getting to, Tom and company have been nothing short of an Emmy, which I expect next year.******

HWR finally gets fed up with Sylvie and tells her to grow up. Because she took her pruning personally. Now I’m not going to say she shouldn’t be upset about her pruning; Marvel made it A POINT of showing her playing, content on Asgard, when they took her. But HWR has a point. He’s offering an option that allows Loki and Sylvie to do whatever they feel is best and it’s the wrong time for Sylvie to get in her feelings. Of course 99% of us know that’s EXACTLY when feelings choose to surface.

Then something happens - we don’t know who or what did it. Was it Ravonna and her leaving? Did Ravonna meet someone we suspect? Was it Mobius? Miss Minutes? The agents? We may never know exactly but now HWR is actually in the dark. Mr. Know-It-All suddenly doesn’t know it all.

Sylvie thinks she has her opportunity to fulfil her quest but it’s our Loki who protects HWR. Loki doesn’t tell her she’s wrong or right, just to stop and THINK. And now we get a glimpse of 2018 Loki:

See the bigger picture

Let’s talk about it

I believe HWR

What fills the void of a dictator?

What if we unleash something worse than HWR?

Now here’s where Marvel gets an B+ in character development. They took the 2012 Loki hell bent on destroying Earth to rule it and gave him just enough growth to become the 2018 redeemed Loki ODINSON, willing to sacrifice himself to Thanos (even if he did think he wouldn’t die.) It’s not a perfect arc by any means, but Marvel got there and this is one thing I applaud.

Sylvie now thinks Loki is lying to her to get to a throne and is clearly upset they are not seeing eye to eye on this and another point to Marvel. Loki, for only seeing a few videos that Mobius showed him, still has more life experience in his SINGULAR moment with Thanos to know that there is ALWAYS something bigger, badder, WORSE around the corner and he does NOT want to make the wrong decision. Wow.

To trust or not to trust. 

It’s a beautiful sword fight that HWR sits back and watches like it’s ESPN. The lighting is gorgeous behind the action and is leading up to my next OMG moment: STOP.

Loki asks Sylvie to stop, almost like a child. Like someone who knows exactly where the fight leads, where it goes, and where it ends. And he says as much to her as well. Sylvie feels like that person who just wants the fight to be over; she hunches into Tom’s space and the lighting suddenly stays green and blue. Guess who’s green? Guess who is blue?

This goes back to my Emmy mention. Even if it’s ONLY for technical work, it’s so deserving. Sylvie, in green, tired, emotional, struggling with something we aren’t supposed to know just yet. Loki, in blue, almost as if his Jotun form has taken over, strong, sensible, relatable, empathetic.

And then that damn kiss!  Marvel missed another opportunity here. Two Lokis had the opportunity to show self-love, familial love, friendly love, ANYTHING BUT A DAMN KISS!!! I’m not saying they couldn’t have feelings for each other, but it NEVER has to be romantic just because it’s a guy and a girl. **dramatic sigh goes here**

Sylvie pushes Loki through a portal she has opened, then turns to stab HWR through the chest, as he predicted. HWR actually chuckles, which makes me wonder if he expected this exact turn of events. As if we’ll ever know for sure.

Of course the timeline is going nebular and we’re treated to a shot back to the TVA. Mobius and B-15 exchange words as they watch the timelines grow and grow. Loki is sitting on a couch at the TVA and decides he’s not done? You’re supposed to guess the motivation because everything seems normal at the TVA. Loki finds Mobius and B-15 and admits to everything. Loki calling HWR terrifying is terrifying all on is own. And this of course is where it ends.

The post credit scene is just a “Loki returns in Season Two.”

Guys, this season was a mixed bag. There was some good, there was some not so good; there were laughs and a couple of tears. But it also has me SO HYPED for what’s to come. More Loki, more Marvel content, more... everything, I hope!

[joiedecombat]

In the list of common Pride and Prejudice AU concepts, "what if Elizabeth felt she had to accept Darcy's proposal that first time at Hunsford" is one of the most common and, from what I've seen, the hardest to pull off.

The difficulty is not least because the premise requires Elizabeth to agree to marry Darcy at a time when she believes the absolute worst of him - a hard sell no matter how you go about it.

Mr Fitzwilliam Darcy: The Last Man in the World by Abigail Reynolds kind of breezes through the initial justification with little more than a handwave: Darcy gets carried away during his proposal and kisses Elizabeth before she has a chance to unload her refusal on him, resulting in the ubiquitous "she feels like she has to marry him to preserve her reputation" excuse (favorite for this particular plot and in general).

She sets out to make the best of the situation rather than approach her marriage with hostility, but it doesn't take all that long for the shoe to drop and Darcy unsurprisingly takes it badly once he realizes she didn't marry him willingly.

The Last Man in the World is one of the earliest works I read in this whole adventure of mine, and I'm still not sure I can really recommend it. There's a lot of problems with this one, starting with how incredibly passive and subdued Elizabeth is for much of the story, especially in the early stages before the truth starts coming out. Once she and Darcy do start building some bridges in their relationship, their progress is hindered by a few too many severe miscommunications, some of them with very thin justification - one issue turns out to have occurred because Elizabeth informed Darcy of a significant decision she'd made, not realizing that he was so focused on an important letter that he didn't even hear what she was saying.

At the same time, there's something I really like about the way Reynolds writes them fumbling their way into understanding. There's a sweetness to it, especially around the midpoint of the story when Darcy gets himself injured and Elizabeth has an epiphany or two about her own feelings. I'm always predisposed to like stories where Darcy needs Elizabeth to take care of him, maybe because his natural disposition is to take care of others rather than be taken care of.

He opened his eyes and looked at her. "I could find another horse, but any horse I choose is likely to be spirited. I prefer them that way."

She surprised herself by lifting his hand and brushing a kiss across his dirt-stained knuckles. "Are there no spirited horses who know when to listen to their riders?"

"No doubt there are." He brought their clasped hands back to his chest. "Are there any further points you wish to argue?" Despite his words, he did not sound troubled.

She could feel his heart beating rapidly underneath her hand. If only the laudanum would take effect, they could discover the extent of his wound. But what if it were something she preferred not to know? What if it was even now too late? She distracted herself by leaning down to kiss his cheek then whispered archly in his ear. "You prefer it when I argue with you."

"My secret is discovered." His speech was beginning to slur.

There's also some good stuff in this one involving Elizabeth finding her way into becoming a proper mistress of Pemberley, mostly without Darcy's involvement since he's busy being injured or away in London sorting out Lydia and Wickham's inevitable mess.

Content Warning: brief contemplation of suicide at one point.

Mr Bennet's Dutiful Daughter by Joana Starnes uses the other most common justification for this kind of plot: before Colonel Fitzwilliam can even spill the beans about Darcy's role in separating Jane and Bingley, word arrives from Longbourn that Mr Bennet might be dying. Suspecting that Mr Collins won't do right by the Bennets if the worst happens, Darcy apologetically urges Elizabeth to marry him as soon as possible so that he'll be in a position to make sure she and her family are protected.

I think this might be my favorite variant of this particular plot I've read so far, though it's not without problems. Elizabeth is once again a little too passive for the first leg or so of the story, and while she's got a lot more reason to be given the situation, there was one too many instances of her silently listening to Darcy talk and only replying in her head when she might as well have been answering out loud.

Still, her choices actually make sense - not at all guaranteed in this kind of plot - and there's a whole lot of compelling emotion that plays out throughout the story. Darcy manages to be at his best and his worst by turns: a steadfast and unfailingly gentle caretaker, an autocrat in the habit of making and carrying out decisions without even discussing them with anyone else involved, a snob whose reluctance to associate with Elizabeth's relatives is the source of several fights between them in the first couple months of their marriage until they finally manage to reach an accord on the subject.

"I am very glad I make you happy," she said quietly, and found with some surprise that she was in earnest.

"You know you do. More than I ever thought possible," Mr Darcy whispered hoarsely and, setting his plate on the table without looking, he reached to slide an arm behind her back and the other underneath her to gather her up, quilt, shawl and all, lift her off the sofa and bring her close, ensconced in a tight embrace.

Her plate had the same fate as his and Elizabeth willingly wrapped her arms around his neck, abandoning herself to his kisses, only to find guilt welling afresh when his lips left her skin just for long enough to whisper, "My love, you are everything."

'Do not say it, oh, do not say it!' she felt the strongest urge to caution him. 'Do not give me so much power over you.'

And then the other shoe drops, much later in this version and in the most disastrous way possible. It's not the angstiest take I've ever read (next post maybe I'll talk about The Worst Timeline!) but things get very bleak for a few chapters before they find their way into the happy ending.

When Charles "actual golden retriever" Bingley gets upset enough to read Darcy the riot act over his behavior, you know it's bad. Which is another point in the book's favor; I very much like its depiction of Bingley and his brotherly relationship with Elizabeth.

[jiminieloved]

So I looked at your masterlist but didn't find anything. have you ever answered an ask about Jimin distancing himself from Kook in 2015? If you haven't,can you please share ALL ALL ALL of your thoughts? I LOOOVE! reading your posts and insights.

Okay so I’m guessing by Jimin distancing himself, you’re referring to the common trope in Jikook shipping analysis videos that Jimin threw himself at Jungkook and then pulled back and then Jungkook opened up in return? Yeahhh I kinda think that whole narrative is BS. So let’s go through the chronology of 2015 using my Jikook Timeline to help, and I’ll give you my thoughts on their relationship in this time period. 

January 2015 was much of the same, in my view. They were posting lots of selcas together, Jimin was spending lots of his pastime riling him up in Bangtan bombs, being his goofy self, Jimin mentions that on their break he and Jungkook traveled to Busan together. I think Jungkook’s increasing fondness was growing more and more evident in this period. You could frequently catching him smiling fondly at Jimin in interviews, or even occasionally checking him out. They were also still spending a lot of time practicing dance together in their free time, as they had been doing throughout 2014. Of course, they were still very immature, and that reflected in their sometimes awkward interactions with each other, but such is life.

February of 2015 once again showed evidence of Jungkook warming up toward Jimin in a fond, loving way. He was still his teasing self, but in interviews or video messages, he started to show a specific look just for Jimin.

March 2015 is where things started to get very interesting. This is when Jungkook posted the famed song recommendation for “Memo” by Years & Years. I’ve spoken about it numerous times, but all you really need to know is in the lyrics...

In March, I noticed they took a looooot of pictures together. I mean, they did anyway, but it was more than usual to me at a quick glance. Something that could mean nothing but could also mean something. 

In April 2015, we got some behind the scenes content where we noticed that Jimin was wearing Jungkook’s jacket. Jimin continued making lots of Jungkook-centric tweets. He seemed to be so supportive of Jungkook’s career moves and artistry. Jimin also named Jungkook as the group’s visual during an interview. April ended off with a video of Jimin giving Jungkook brotherly advice while sitting in his lap and stroking his hair....

May 2015: You know that one famous interview where Jimin tells the interviewer that he finds Jungkook adorable, and then Tae calls him gay, and Jimin doesn’t deny it? Yeah. May 2015 is when this clip originated. Not too much later, in a separate TV appearance JK singled out JM as the member who helped him relieve stress.

Throughout May they held lots of fansigns, and each one Jikook had a few cute moments. 

Distance who?

June 2015 is when both members seem to have a period of great happiness! Jimin even tweeted that he was so happy these days. 

Coincidentally, this is the first time they would wear matching outfits. They wore them to the airport on June 4. For FESTA, Jungkook wrote Jimin’s specialty as being #1 in looks. Maybe he was making up for the past, maybe he was teasing. I thought it was cute either way. In late June, Jungkook tweeted a video of Jimin sleeping. What a brat X) We also got this gem.

July 2015, Jimin returned the favor and filmed Jungkook sleeping. July also feataured Jungkook feeding Jimin ice cream by hand, and a very memorable video of Jimin obsessing over Jungkook’s red hair for 5 minutes straight, to Hobi’s annoyance. When asked during a press conference how Jimin feels about Jungkook ranking him last in looks rankings, Jimin replied “It’s nothing now.” Jikook once again wore matching outfits to the airport this month. 

Throughout July they had multiple cute Twitter moments.

August 2015, the craziest Jikook month in my opinion, started off with Jungkook calling Jimin handsome in a Vlive, and Jimin responding shyly. ISAC came and went with some cute jikook moments.

And thennnn, Jimin fainted on stage. Just days after this, some extremely meaningful onstage interactions occured between the pair. Jimin’s face in this picture says it all. 

A few intensely suspicious Twitter interactions later, this concert moment happened. 

September 2015: This is the month of Jimin begging for kisses, lol. Jimin begging Jungkook for a kiss and Jimin uploading 6 (six) videos of Jungkook on his birthday. Let’s not forget this photo....

October 2015 is the month when Jungkook discovered Troye Sivan, and tweeted accordingly. He also recommended the song “Beautiful Dancer” by IU, and requested that viewers listen from 1:23.... Jimin tweeted the results of a puzzle that he worked on with Jungkook. 

November had several BTS Run moments that proved that Jikook were still just as close. This picture definitely doesn’t scream “Jimin is keeping his distance” to me, lol.

Season’s Greetings 2016 was released and well.... there was a lot going on there. Though they were posting less photos together, the videos from this period did nothing but reaffirm their closeness. 

December 2015, Jikook blessed us once again with some selcas. 

December had lots of concerts, fansigns, variety shows and more. 

Distance who?

I could go into a lot more detail but the proof is in the content. This “distancing” narrative that Jikookers love to spout is just completely not a thing. 2015 was chock full of Jikook, and Jimin was doing nothing to hold that back.

[aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaoldretired]

some p!g-drv3 theories (spoilers obvi)

First of all I think people demonize the pg versions wayyy too much because its a good way to be le sexy in like fanfictions. And i get it, villains are hot or whatever. and also hs is a horny age to be. But even the edgiest and horniest of teens aren’t like. that sexual/monstrous. its kind of insane the portrayals people are placing

maybe this could also be like me being older bc when i was early hs i was like yea its fair to place these super mature portrayals on a 18-22 year old they are like adults but young and now im that age and im like woah there pardner. might be an age/maturity thing. 

also like its normal for people to relate to and portray characters their same age in a similar fashion, but when adults write more sexual content about the dg kids i get hella fucking sus

idk where i was going with that first comment i guess its like a preface and in the end i think its important when characters especially teenage characters are morally grey not because they’re mature and dark/brooding but because they are still young and learning. fuck im older than like most of them, but im still young and learning. its good to be in turmoil and confused, especially the drv3 cast. they are more confused than anything.

which i think is a reason why people would join dr because if you are completely loss and in turmoil, it is appealing to be given a purpose in life and amazing talents/abilities. despite the morals of danganronpa, it is a simple reality to be told who you are and what to do

OK ONTO HEADCANONS (not doing all bc i dont have thoughts about all)

first of all i understand changing stories but i think, deep down, you can’t change fundamental personalities/values. so while the backstories might be different i think, in the end, a baseline is always the same

SHUICHI being a Bad Boy is like canon obviously but i dont think he’s as manipulative as people make him out to be. i think he falls in the more the bully role that like. mae borowski or tf2′s scout filled before they grew up. rough background, bad anger issues, lots of emotional turmoil, and the only way he knows how to deal with shit is by committing crimes and beating the shit out of people. and, similar to those characters, drv3 represents an older, more emotionally sober yet equally confused version of himself. the urges are still there as foreshadowed in the dialogue. i think he struggles with guilt, mostly survivors, but there is still a lasting impact of guilt of what he did in his past, even if he can’t remember.

KOKICHI is a child. a piece of shit motherfucker child but a child. I really do think he’s like one of the youngest people in the cast. he reminds me a lot of when my brother doesn’t take his adhd medicine and takes jokes way too far and does mean and cruel things because he thinks its funny and that its just a fun joke, but is hurting people. he desperately wants approval, which is why his leader role is so interesting because in the dr narrative he has the approval he craves and so he is satisfied. still, he does try to impress characters like rantaro and values his opinions a lot, even developing a brotherly relationship in the time they knew each other. this being said, its established kokichi was bullied before, but i dont think he’s like. the wimp people make him out to be. i think he’s more of like the class clown who desperately uses humor to make people like him, and ends up resorting to be the butt of most of his jokes. you don’t just develop a good sense of humor out of a brainwash, and that’s not something you can program in. i think that was a remnant of before, and he’s so good at bullying people and coming up with roasts - i just think that in p!g the roasts were about him.

KAEDE is baby but her p!g personality seriously reminds me of any ~quirky/edgy~ girl in a teen coming of age story who tries to be edgy and cool and act like she doesn’t care but deep down, she really does. if she didn’t have an empathetic personality, she wouldn’t want to end the game. i also think she has that self-identifying QuIrKy personality because its like she lives in her own narrative, practically announcing this story is about her and she is the protagonist. i know i used to self narrate like that and distinguish how i was different when i was like. 15-16. she has a tumblr. 

I really like the theory where KAITO is a make-a-wish kid who was better when he was younger but relapses later in teens. he never used his wish before, so he decides to use it now to be on danganronpa and become the hero he always wanted to be. i also think he might have joined as a way to raise awareness about adolescent healthcare. definitely the type who puts on a “heroic” character to make everyone else feel better about the fact he is literally dying of a terminal illness, and keeps that act up till the end. 

i think KOREKIYO is still a serial killer. i think honestly a reason why he mightve auditioned for danganronpa is because he is a serial killer. maybe his sister found out and he felt so much shame that’s why he auditioned. he probably mentioned why in his interview because duh, tell them im a serial killer and then only reason im coming clean is my sister found out and im ashamed, that is like a guarantee to get on the show.  i LOVE the theory that his sister is still alive, however, and has to watch her brother go insane because they wrote her into the story as the villain. because technically, she brought on this guilt, and is the reason why he auditioned - as a way to cause despair, twist it around so she’s the one to blame for his insanity. also, because its pretty accepted DR members become celebrities, kork’s sister is totally bombarded with paparazzi and is demonized in the media. she might end up writing a tell-all memoir about kork’s actual childhood and personality. quiet kid, thoughtful, interested in anthropology, she never thought he’d hurt a fly. watching her brother go insane probably destroyed her. 

I also think, timeline wise, kork is probably one of the oldest members along with rantaro. tbh i think kork actually graduated hs and went on a gap year doing the whole “hitchhike around the world to discover myself thing” which is where he began killing people. he was getting ready to go to college when his sister found out about what he did. this is when he decided to go on danganronpa instead of university. this would help explain why he knows so much about other cultures/travel/been so many places with so many memories/killed/is knowledgable on a level most other students are not. this would place him at like, 20-21, where everyone else is like 15-18.

ok so there’s two p!g RANTARO, p!g before 53 and p!p!g before 52. i’d like to establish now i think rantaro is the oldest of the characters, seeing as though he was already pretty old to begin with in 52, it takes time between television seasons, and he was in another game. so im placing him like 21-23, similar to yasuhiro in d1 being so much older than everyone else. i do think, in all iterations, rantaro was pretty much raising his sisters, though i don’t think he had twelve like the story (i think that’s an exaggeration, his sisters mean a lot to him, lets make him have a TON and then lose them all and feel GUILTY) rantaro joined the first game, partially to get money for his family and hopefully establish them as celebrities and let them have a comfy lifestyle, even if he doesn’t live...and also to finally ahve some sort of experience without his siblings tagging along. if he’s been raising his sisters all his life, he’s never had like something that’s JUST his. that’s his adventure. 52 is his ULTIMATE adventure. ahaha. mostly for money, kind of dreading it, still a tiny bit excited

ok p!g rantaro between 52 and 53 probably came back broken. he did the signings and appearances, but mostly wanted to spend time with his family and make sure they were set up. i think he knew the whole like few months between seasons he had to go on another show, but he did’t tell his sisters. his family found out when they saw a billboard with his face plastered on it hyping up the return of a fan favorite. yikes!

ok i get it a lot of people hate HIMIKO but i think she’s not nearly as similar as other “useless” characters in other games. its like, pretty clear she’s depressed, and the only thing she’s holding onto with dear life is magic. lack of hygiene, lack of personal care, constantly tired, social interaction exhausts - she has depression, but she’s not an UWU depressed character. so people find her depressive traits (which are some of the most realistic portrayals of mental health in the series) SUPER annoygin. she joined dr because she was completely lost and needed some sort of direction in her life, even if she’ll die for it. the thing is, even with direction, her mental state didn’t change because she wasn’t getting legitimate help. it’s like that one SNL skit that’s like. same sad you from before but in a new place. i also think she knows the magic is not real, because how could she not. i think she’s so adamant that it IS real, less as a way to convince others, and more of a way to convince herself. it’s like really super cruel that team danganronpa took a girl who is desperate for meaning and gave her literally a meaningless, fake talent.

i also kin himiko and find her a comfort character because i feel seen by her, replacing her useless talent of magic with mine of like shitty film making and comedy. i am seen.

related i don’t think she’s nearly as ugly as everyone says she is, i think she’s probably just depressed and takes absolutely no care of her hygiene and sleep and looks like sick and greasy all the time. same queen.

honest to god i think RYOMA’s backstory, tennis and all, is like 100% real and he’s the only one who keeps all of his memories except for the fact this is a tv show. i think he rolled up, a hot fucking mess, and the danganronpa team were like damn. we cannot improve upon this. 

[tilltheendwilliwrite]

1/3 - 1000000% in love with how Lauren has become a confident women but still shy and sweet. Confident in what she wants and in herself but still a little unsure and needs that validation. it’s beautiful who you can become when you’re loved properly and unconditionally and believed in🥺💕

2/3 - And Loki, lets just talk about how he got what he deserved for always edging Lauren and denying her lmaooooo. but he 100% loved it, even if it drove him mad😂 “Loki” need 4 Loki’s, like anon said, it’s for science.

3/3 - Steve and Buck are kinda growing on me, I love the way you write them. It’s not straight sexual and I think that’s why I’ve had trouble getting behind the (whats it called? Canon?) I feel as if people sexualize them and their relationship and they don’t allow them to have full emotions like you’ve written them.......Please no one attack me, this is my opinion😭 the way Buck holds him and encourages him to let his emotions out just 🥺🥺🥺🥺 steve needs that and I’m just so happy for them

Aww, thank you for this, lovely! I think no matter how much Lauren grows, how confident she becomes, she will always look to Loki - the first person to really see her - for both assurance and as her cheer squad. He lifts her up and always will. Even when she drives him mad!🤣

And yes, Loki 100% deserved everything that she gave him!😆😆😆 And really, don't we all need 4 Loki's for "science?"

I wasn't one to really be on the Stucky band wagon either until recently, but Endgame pissed me off. Steve and Bucky have an incredible bound that to break in the way they did felt unnatural. You don't fight that hard and that long only to walk away.

I've written their bond as deep, brotherly respect and familial love dozens of times. Qi, for example, is that kind of bond, but this time was different and I didn't at all plan it.

In this story, when Lauren sees the Steve/Bucky story unfold as it did in Endgame, she gets it. All that work, everything they did was for nothing. It made Steve bitter (I think) and when anyone suffers what they did, and yeah, I can see that bound feeling more like a curse than a blessing. I can see desiring to just give up and take the easy out, diverge the timelines and have his happy ending

But that's not this story, and it's not Lauren's world.

This story has been about Balance since the beginning. Some people are content and easily balance on their own, but there are others, like Steve and Bucky, and Natasha and Fandral, who not only need that anchor, but it gives them something to fight for. It's not just humanity anymore. They're fighting for love and the life of the person they love.

They are going to need that cornerstone of stability for what comes next.

Lol, anyway, thanks for coming to my TedTalk!😆

T~

[keelywolfe]

FIC: Blow By Blow ch.7, epilogue (baon)

Summary: Set the day after ‘With Brotherly LV’. Jeff is having his first day working at the Embassy, Stretch is having a bad anxiety day, Red is having a bad text day, and Edge is just having a day.

Tags: Spicyhoney, Established Relationship, Prejudice Against Monsters, Angst, Injury Recovery, Hurt/Comfort, LV Issues, Brother issues

Notes: My timeline is getting a little wonky due to a few drabble sets and shorts. So this chapter directly follows With Brotherly LV

Part of the ‘by any other name’ series.

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6

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Epilogue

There were times that Jeff felt like he was somehow living…wrong. That there were some unspoken rules that he was breaking simply by existing. He didn’t think he could explain it better than that, but sometimes it felt like everyone else around him was simply better at living than he was.

He hadn’t felt that way once since he’d moved into Blue’s house, and standing outside with the keys to his very own car in his hands, he felt like the Universe was finally giving him a break. Or maybe he’d gotten that a year ago now on a bus when he told off a bigot who was harassing a Monster who was only trying to live his own life, too.

And now he had his very first car, a nice, safe-looking sedan and he’d bet his entire Pop figure collection that it had the best safety features available. Edge, who was currently standing with arms crossed as he watched Jeff dance around, would have made sure of that.

When you first met him, Edge looked a lot like his primary emotion was irritation, with some impatience as a backup. But Jeff had gotten to know him a little better over the last year. Maybe Stretch was the linguistic expert, but Jeff had learned to read Edge’s language fairly well.

Like right now, he was full of a combination of indulgence and smug satisfaction.

“It’s perfect,” Jeff called to him. The urge was there to throw himself at Edge and babble thank yous, but Edge wasn’t keen on either physical contact or too much gratitude. He figured the very least he could do was keep his delight throttled down to Edge’s level of comfort.

“Of course it is,” Edge said briskly and Jeff laughed because seriously, who couldn’t tell that was Edge’s way of being funny? His humor was as dry as a glass of sawdust in the Sahara, but he could be hilarious when you spoke the language.

“Nice wheels.”

From behind him and Jeff spun on his heels to see Antwan on the sidewalk, his hands tucked into his pockets and a bemused smile on his face. He was still in his work clothes, must not have even gone inside before he walked over.

Lately, Antwan had started staying at his house in New New Home more often instead of his apartment in town. Jeff wondered if Asgore had asked him to stay closer to the safety of the Monster community. It’d been one of the reasons they moved Jeff into New New Home so quickly. The Embassy security was concerned he was becoming a target for anti-Monster harassment.

Not that Jeff minded; so far moving in with Blue was great.

He bounced happily over to Antwan, content to offer him all the hugs that Edge wouldn’t want, and Jeff didn’t think twice about stealing a kiss before he said gleefully, “Look at my car!”

“I can see it.” Antwan seemed a lot more interested in the kiss than the vehicle, angling in for another and Jeff melted into it. Antwan had been over to Blue’s almost every day since Jeff had been released from the hospital, sometimes even sleeping on the sofa. But he’d been…odd. Maybe just overly cautious about Jeff’s injuries?

He wasn’t being bad or anything; as boyfriends went, he was perfect. He visited, he brought presents and Jeff slept with that damn stuffed tomato every night. He was kinda missing having someone a lot taller and warmer sleeping by him.

But his anxiety was like a damned bloodhound and it was sniffing out that something was wrong. Hey, paranoid didn’t mean he was wrong.

Antwan finally pulled away from the kiss with a contented sigh, rubbing their noses together playfully as he asked, “How was your first day at work?”

“Good,” Jeff laughed. A glance showed him that Edge had made a discreet exit somewhere in the middle of them kissing. That was fine, he’d see him tomorrow. “It was mostly meeting people and finding out where the coffee machine was. But it was good! I have my own desk. Another half day tomorrow and I’m heading to ‘Classic Books’ in the afternoon with Stretch to get the last of my stuff.”

Thomas had been predictable happy for him when he visited Jeff at the hospital and learned he’d gotten a new job. He’d scoffed when Jeff tried to apologize for quitting so abruptly, especially when Jeff offered to keep working on weekends until he found a replacement.

“Jeffrey,” Thomas had scolded, “You were never meant to stay long at my little shop. Monsters are good people, but they are lucky to have you to work for them.”

Jeff wasn’t sure about that. In his opinion, he was the lucky one. But he was determined to flip the odds; the Embassy might not have the most qualified person in him yet, but he was going to make sure Edge didn’t regret hiring him.

He owed them all a lot, but for the first time in his life, Jeff had a chance to repay. A look at the car reminded him there he was pretty far into the red, but he was determined. He was going to live right, for once.

Antwan slid his arms around him from behind and Jeff leaned back against his warmth. It was getting chilly and he was perfectly happy to wear Antwan like a coat. He was tall enough that he could set his chin on top of Jeff’s head, digging in a little as he buried his nose into his hair, breathing in.

It was the first time it ever occurred to him that maybe Antwan liked the way he smelled, too. Liked it and wanted to bask in it.

A sort of constriction settled into his chest, right where Jeff knew his soul was. Maybe that was what love felt like in a soul, maybe--no. He was done wishing and hoping for more. He had enough right here, a new job, good friends, people who cared about him. Even if Antwan never wanted more than this, Jeff was okay with that. He was taking his happiness as it came, and tomorrow could go hang for a while.

“Everything is moved out of my old apartment,” Jeff told him, snuggling back against him. “Blue unpacked almost everything while I was gone. I didn’t even have to put anything in storage, my room here is almost twice the size of my old place!”

Antwan hummed softly, his breath stirring Jeff’s hair. “You like living with Blue?”

“Blue’s great. Honestly, the only complaint I have is that I can do my own laundry, but he was so sad when I tried, I let it go,” Jeff laughed. “I figured I’ll let him do it until he gets bored. Considering that I’ve had roommates who never did their laundry until it could walk to the washer itself, I’m calling this a win. Blue cooks, cleans, and he likes to watch Mettaton. He’s pretty much perfect.”

And see, there it was. Antwan didn’t say anything, didn’t do anything. He didn’t so much as twitch, but somehow, Jeff still felt like he’d said the wrong thing. He shifted uncomfortably in Antwan’s arms and to his relief, they tightened around him.

Into his hair, Antwan murmured, “I know you’ve got work in the morning, but wanna sleep over and mess around? Get up to some shenanigans?”

That made him laugh, his unease fading. Shenanigans, yeah, Blue had firmly declared there would be none of those while Jeff was recovering. But he had a clean bill of health now and his libido was starting to hint it was ready to pick up where they’d left off, and that some back payments were in order. He’d had some nightmares after…well. After everything, but lately, they were getting overshadowed by some steamy dreams that left him in need of a shower in the morning.

Still, Antwan almost sounded hesitant, like maybe he expected Jeff to say no.

What was going on? There was something, but Jeff didn’t know how to ask. Didn’t know how to bring it up, even, not when he couldn’t pinpoint what it was. So all he said was, teasingly, “I’d love it. Shenanigans, monkey business, maybe even some hanky-panky.”

Antwan’s arms tightened again, squeezing his breath out. “At least at my place we can leave out the skullduggery.”

That made him groan and laugh. Yeah, he wanted this, wanted some sex, wanted Antwan’s mouth on him again, better than those chaste kisses he’d been offering lately. Fuck it, he wanted to get laid, damn it. “Let me pack a bag. And I get to drive!”

For a wild second, he didn’t think Antwan was going to let him go. That he might push him into his new car and christen the backseat, fog up the windows and horrify the neighbors. But after a long, pulse-throbbing moment, he did, pushing Jeff gently towards the house. “Make it fast.”

“I am the wind,” Jeff promised, dashing inside and up the stairs. He stuffed clothes for tomorrow into a duffle, pausing to send Blue a quick text to let him know he would be gone. Finally, things were getting back to normal.

Later that night, he lay bare against Antwan, aching pleasantly in a few key places. Drowsing as long fingers stroked his back, the skin tacky where sweat was still drying. Clever fingers, better than any dream his subconscious offered and Jeff only sighed sleepily, curling up tighter against him. This was good, it was so good, he was living right, for once, and if his subconscious offered a meek little ‘I love you’ as he drifted off, Jeff didn’t say it aloud. It didn’t hurt as much, not anymore.

This was enough, and Jeff was determined to be happy with what he was given.

-finis-

[incarnateirony]

Regarding: “Original SPN”

And not a rant re: hypocrisy on "Kripke's vision", but the shift in tone in the show that draws protest from certain wings. In fact, some level of agreement, but not to the threshold they would want.

Once in a while I task myself to a ground-up rewatch; currently I have a review project to bulk out for a new SPN fansite a friend is running, involving that. So again, I booted up 1x1-2-etc.

Kripke favored a strong survival-horror genre. In the timeline we began, the "gamer dudes" of 1x2 had FRONT LINE technology in the form of the first brick of the DS and one of those blackberry looking abominations. Sam and Dean spent 1x1 huddled around a library computer using a search engine that looked like some webcrawler sh*t.

And that's just it. It was 2005. And while that doesn't sound that long ago to many of us - culturally, that's a short eternity.

Kripke chose wisely with David Nutter directing and producing his first two episodes. Nutter excels in taking a few episodes of a show and pitching it into a powerful tone that feels like its own movie. Most of us know him by his work in Game of Thrones, wherein he puts more work in than his normal tenure of 1-3 eps and moving on. And while some of our direction waffled, there's a distinct difference in the level of engagement Sam and Dean have in these seasons. HOWEVER- and most CRITICAL-

When Kripke started SPN, he had an idea: two brothers and the road, surviving in an intensive horror genre. But also, apocalypse was the end game, an issuance to divine and cosmic relevance of the characters. At first, Anna was slated to be Dean's hand and Ruby Sam's, but due to ... /issues/ - we'll put it like that - McNiven and Collins were traded, as were the intentions of their character arcs, within a few episodes.

By 2009 the world had already begun to change around SPN just as this advent kicked off. Social media had been rapidly expanding in a few years. Data-capable, mini-computer cellphones were becoming the commonality in the hands of the population with each passing day; laptops weren't 20 pound dreams for rich folk anymore. And horror was less the drive of the apocalypse story ridge, rather than a fantasy tilt.

This of course bears no relevance to my mention of Sam & Dean's engagement yet, but is instead setting the scene for the transition that happened.

As Kripke's vision began to manifest in its final chapters (S4-5), Supernatural tilted into a higher fantasy genre; and yes, it ran its course. While the show was successful enough to continue on past the original 5 year plan, several things had changed:

Technology threshold of the world, changing the survival scheme If Sam and Dean were going to remain any way competent, they had to upgrade, and suddenly, it's a lot harder to constantly have no phone/connection/way to search; as a result, our baseline tone graduated partially due to this but also,

Power threshold of the world has escalated, Because once you've made bundles of friends in high places, how do you expect to reset the show back to purely monsters of the week and have that be any kind of threat or interest to the GA?

In theory, one might say the moments would stay the same, but many stories ran their course: The struggle with Jess' death, the need to vindicate it by finding John The mystery of the demon, the deals made.

And in result, the moments that /drove/ our initial deepest, most intensive brother moments had gone up in smoke. And yes, we can always brew up new reasons for brother moments, but without the rosy glasses of nostalgia, looking in review, the deep and critical impact seeding under the initial moments drawing remembrance would literally never be there again. Trying to even draw another situation so deeply framed without calling on other bonds drawn through the show is, itself, a wildly critical error as at best we'd have to continue to retroactively patch in giant swaths of childhood history that was already very clearly framed and mapped out by the end of S5.

With the inability to set back to the original power threshold, the inability to realistically reset to the original technology threshold, the inability to reset to the original shared drive and struggle, and the inability to reset thus back to the original survival vein that motivated the characters, those moments would literally never be able to be framed the same way again. And that's not a problem - that's Kripke's vision. Kripke wanted S5 to escalate. And if you didn't want to watch the show after that escalation, and only want to hold to what is deemed the original vision, then it is advised to stop here. Stop trying to go back to S1-3. It is literally impossible.

In result, the only way to continue to build new drives for the brothers was to call on staple characters. While yes, I feel S6-7 handled that poorly in their management of Castiel, pretending we could just zap-back to the initial brotherly struggles and support is a distinct departure from the development and resolutions gained over the course OF Kripke's original journey. Sam's soulless? Cool, let's fix that - but past that, what does that leave? Yeah, crippling depression, we get that; Sam's in the trials? Almost hit the vein. It really tried. But it wasn't the same personal damages that initiated a shared fixation over the same topic. It was always a salve, and always needed another offset. And due to the chaos-ratings-crash that nuked out S7, removing Castiel as the offset - as an attempted solution to focus on brothers - clearly didn't work without the rest. Maybe if we could go back to 2005 where cell phones were bricks and we had to panic for library computers to get information, sure; maybe a few mental gymnastics to write some new traumatic backhistory into Dean to launch similar to how Sam launched early on. But even then, we can't turn back time. We can't erase season 4-5. It is what it is.

Kripke has since, repeatedly supported the show - so he isn't upset about its direction. But the question here is, if one is standing for the value of S1-3 we need to review what WAS the value. SPN modernized with the times and, by nature, survived. By S8, Carver tested permanent cast import and by S12, even Singer - the ultimate bro-stan - had come to acknowledge him as a lead; and that really is the dawning of SPN Part 2. It's almost a different series, as sad as it is to say. S1-3 is its own beast, extending as far as 5; the original vision. S1-5; S6-7 was a lot of chaos and figuring it out. And S8-13 is a high fantasy adventure show for all of the reasons listed above. But it literally can not be reset to the vein of 1-5. It can't. There's zero way to do it without losing the GA.

I can pitch all day into the acquisition of the phantom lead effect, the S8-9 uptick that slid us into position for S9 to be the highest season in industry curve, and talk on and on about the values of this modernization; but in a way, due to everything S4-6, 8-13 outperforming 1-3, it'll sound like I'm devaluing 1-3; and I'm not. 1-3 had a lot of great content, and in a way, I do miss those pure moments. But if I miss those moments, I turn on Netflix, boot up the old seasons, and watch it over again - because the characters, the show's world, and the real world have all changed in such a way that I know we can never realistically get that back - but I can enjoy it in nostalgia.

I just wish there was some way to really enlighten those that are literally violently nostalgic into understanding what caused this transition. That yes, I understand, and I miss those days, but if I want those days back... I just watch those days. If you don't enjoy the show now, that's... fine? Go watch the old show then. But they are literally incapable of producing a show with the base beat that's being demanded, these days. Because despite their best attempts at patching in brother episodes or moments, there's always a bundle of people saying it isn't enough, isn't the right direction - because it's not like how it used to be. But it can't be. It won't be. That is a literal impossible standard to fulfill.

So the question is: Do we continue to watch in bitterness? Can we not just go watch the seasons we love and leave others alone that like the new evolutions, leave the crew alone? If one does not want to adapt and expand, why are we here? This day can never come again; and if what is being given is not enough to fulfill them, then it may be time to consider these points. If every angle they've tried with the brothers ever SINCE the motions of the Silent Majority are not enough (5+ years), then perhaps it's time to just let it go. Since then we've had Sam and the trials, we've had Sam and Gadreel, we've had the Mark of Cain, and Amara - an equal shift of brother to brother centric storyline. S12 is a bit of a clusterfuck IMO for everyone on every side, but S13 has a different angle - and some don't like it. And that's okay, you don't have to like it, but there's absolutely no point in dragging it. Because if this modernization ruins it for you, there's no point in screaming about Kripke's Vision. Kripke's been quite clear about his support lately. This is in fact the direction his vision led. It always escalated, always ramped up, always hit a higher volume than scrubbing for ghosts and wendigos. And if that's where your interest ended... just let it go man. Nobody's putting a gun to your head to tune in or tweet about it.

The show stopped being that show at least 8, if not 10 years ago for all of the reasons above. That's an awfully long time to talk about a show being destroyed. Like... during the course of 2-3 times the amount of resulting content. It may be worth acknowledging that this is the show, period.

Have a good one, ya'll.

[actuallylorelaigilmore]

A - Z (Fandom ‘Come At Me, Friend’ Meme)

WELL THEN *cracks knuckles* HERE WE GO 

(all 26 letters behind a cut bc this is very long)

A - Your current OTP(s)/OT3(s)/OTX(s)

As of this hour, my top OTPs are Penelope/Schneider from ODAAT and Joyce/Hopper from Stranger Things. But I have endless numbers of them, even within each fandom.

B - A pairing you initially didn’t consider but someone changed your mind

Jean/Alice from TDBM. 

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will (be nice)

Um…hmm. I’m such a multishipper, I don’t spend a lot of time thinking about my NOTPs. I’ve never been onboard the Keens from The Blacklist, though. Not even a little. I only enjoyed Tom in his original villainous state.

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t (again: be nice)

A couple of my spouse’s faves, I really wish I liked too, especially Sam/Josh and Mal/Simon. I don’t like one of the characters in each very much, so I’ve never been able to get into them–even though I understand them, and have had fun writing them…I just don’t love them too.

E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom, if so, what

Yeah, mostly graphics, though. I don’t think I’ve ever written crackfic. I did New York Times Minus Content edits for TDBM, a ton of those. Also Sext Message Error sets for Lizzington and for Josh/Donna. And Welcome To Nightvale sets for iZombie and Lizzington. And OTP Bot sets for Lizzington.

And this isn’t EXACTLY crack, but my original tumblr claim to fame was this Hamilton/TWW crossover that got reblogged by Lin himself.

F - What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom

Mm, the first time I actively joined a fandom was Buffy, and I was about 14 when that started for me…so as of this year I’ll have been in that fandom for 20 years! But I’ve been a fangirl literally my whole life, I just didn’t really join fandoms before the internet, and I started using the internet more in junior high and HS.

G - Do you remember your first OTP, if so who was in it

Lou/Joey from Brotherly Love, or Claire/Trevor from Cupid (original run), or Dharma and Greg, or Allison/Wade from CryBaby, or Idgie/Ruth from Fried Green Tomatoes. I was a shipping prodigy, and the couples I was obsessed with as a literal child blur together a bit in the timeline, so I’m not completely sure which came first.

H - What is your favorite source text for fandom stuff (e.g., tv shows, movies, books, anime, Western animation, etc.) 

TV shows.

I - Has tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why

The Aaron Tveit fandom made me uncomfortable watching BrainDead before I even had the chance to decide if I liked it or not. Most fandoms I love, though. I prefer to ignore the drama and focus on the people I actually like. 

J - Name a fandom you didn’t care/think about until you saw it all over tumblr

SO MANY. Parks and Rec, TDBM, Stranger Things…a significant portion of my watchlist comes from this hellsite by now–I have friends with good taste.

K -Say something nice about someone in any of your fandoms

@mossdonnatella is in a lot of my fandoms. She is a much better fic writer than she thinks she is!!

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves (chars you’re neutral on are fair game, as are chars you dislike)

I really ended up disliking Jacob a lot, on Grace and Frankie. But I will say that in the beginning he is very respectful of Frankie’s boundaries and tries to be patient with her, and I did like that.

M - Say something genuinely nice about a ship that you don’t ship (or its shippers, or anything related to you)

I don’t actively ship Jancy on Stranger Things after seeing S1 (I don’t really ship Steve/Nancy either, though…I think I mostly just ship Nancy x happiness) but the moment when her mom knocks on her bedroom door and they reach for each others’ hands instinctively? That is a damn fine understated sweet connection moment and I really enjoyed and believed it.

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice)

Okay since a lot of my top fandoms are for shows that ended a long time ago, I’m going with One Day At A Time. In fic or in canon, I want to see a lot more of Schneider being Penelope’s BFF and her confidant. I want more serious!Schneider moments bc it turns out the actor rocks at them, and I want to see Pen really get to move on from Victor as her kids get older, I want real confirmation that she’s finally past any possibility of reconciliation with him bc she deserves SO MUCH BETTER.

O - Choose a song at random, which ship or character does it remind you of

Randomizing my music gave me “Quiet” by MiLCK feat. GW Sirens and Capital Blend. 

Sample lyrics:

Cuz no one knows me, no one ever willIf I don’t say something, take that dry blue pillThey may see a monster, they may run awayBut I have to do thisI can’t keep quiet, no A one woman riot

Despite the mature meaning behind the lyrics, and probably because I’m watching Stranger Things right now, it reminds me of Eleven, the tiny badass fighting her way to freedom.

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas)

Alright, I’m gonna invent one right off the top of my head right here and now since you asked. Um… a One Day At A Time AU in which Penelope meets Schneider not as her landlord but as a patient, once she becomes an NP. Doctor/patient “okay if you won’t stop asking me out then get a new doctor so I can say yes” fluff ensues.

Q - A ship you’ve abandoned and why

Lizzington. I’m technically still writing fic for it bc I have a chapter fic to finish, but I haven’t watched the show in years, I avoid content for it, and have no interest in it anymore besides the phantom limb feeling of having been so invested in a ship for that long and making friends around it.

R - A pairing you ship that you don’t think anyone else ships

Well, since I mentioned it earlier, I think I’m the only person ever to watch the scenes Bud and Brianna have together in Grace and Frankie and think “that should really be a thing.” 

Also…Kate/Donna from The West Wing. Based entirely on one scene.

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)

I genuinely don’t understand this question, sorry. What’s an ‘example’ of my headcanon, and how does that relate to prompts? If somebody wants to explain this to me, I’ll answer it. 

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending, about anything at all (gender identity, sexual or romantic orientation, extended family, sexual preferences like top/bottom/switch, relationship with poetry, seriously anything)

Yep yep yep. Andy was the leak, not Toby, and that is the hill I will die on always. I’m sure I have others, but that’s the big one.

U - 5 favorite characters from 5 different fandoms

Toby Ziegler (TWW), Alice Harvey (TDBM), Lorelai Gilmore (Gilmore Girls), Jim Hopper (Stranger Things), and Spencer Hastings (from what I just saw of PLL with @actuallylukedanes). 

V - 3 OTPs from 3 different fandoms

Luke/Lorelai, Gilmore Girls. Parker/Hardison/Eliot, Leverage. Joyce/Hopper, Stranger Things.

W - 5 favorite ships and 5 kinks you like best for said ships

Josh/Donna (TWW), Donna in control. Matthew/Alice (TDBM), hurt/comfort sex. Alvareider (ODAAT), “whoops are we kissing wait do we like each other?”Jared/Miss Parker (The Pretender), conflicted kisses up against wallsI’m having trouble thinking of a 5th one but I used to really like Lizzington angry!sex bc damn that ship was angsty

X - top 5-10 characters who are yoUR PRECIOUS BABIES AND YOU WILL DIE DEFENDING THEM

Eleven, Toby Ziegler, Schneider, Lena Luthor, Logan Echolls, literally every main character on The Good Place.

Y - What are your secondhand fandoms (fandoms you aren’t in personally but are tangentially familiar with because your friends/people on your dash are in them)

Game of Thrones, Agents of Shield, Doctor Who (though I finally have started this one!), Jane the Virgin, The Worst Witch, and lots more…I like learning about fandoms secondhand. 

Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go (prompts optional but encouraged)

Every single one of these tiny Stranger Things children in S1 is the epitome of epic friendship and I love it. Mike jumps off a cliff to protect Dustin and Dustin’s willing to get his teeth cut out to protect Mike and Lucas offers a sincere apology when he’s wrong, something most adults still suck at, and Will tells Mike the truth even when he would benefit from lying and Eleven chooses death to save them all and they are beautiful and perfect and I love them.

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Otayuri? That’s still a thing?

I’ve had a few people ask me why I’m still so into OtaYuri as a concept even after all that’s come out from Kubo over the past few weeks. And to that I ask, How can you not be, unless you just flat out don’t ship them (even in a friendship dynamic)?

Let me be real with you, Yurio has become my most favourite new character in a long time. In this case, as my son, my shining star, my baby child (aka i’m not attracted to him and don’t want to read content shipping a generic reader with him) and I have no interest in “in canon” time fics / content that sexualizes him in any way. He’s 15. /serious.

However, there’s so much more to this than meets the eye, but because I’ve become so intrigued with Yurio, I’ll be approaching this when considering him, and how I feel about his character.

Like so many people, I find Yurio intriguing because he’s so closed off to interaction with others. He reserves that for people he deems worthy (a common athletic thread). Except, in every situation, in every relationship he has, he has a diverse history with that person. Except... guess who? Otabek.

His agape for his Grandfather is simple. It’s true familial love based on trust.

His attachment to Viktor (and Yuuri, now that season 1 has finished) is simple. Their friendships have grown and evolved since Yurio was literally a baby child looking up to Viktor with reverence until the fall from grace. With Yuuri he has a type of rivalry based friendship that has built slowly over the season.

You can tell in every agape scene that his relationships are so important to Yurio, whether they be rivalries or genuine philia.

( x )

There is so much potential to put athletes like Yurio who are completely and utterly dedicated to their sport on the ace/aro spectrum. My personal headcanons are that Yurio is very strongly demisexual and demiromantic. Not that he would be able to recognize it within canon in the headspace that he’s in, after just winning his first GPF (or maybe even at his age).

His affection towards others is nuanced, there has to be a certain amount of trust there to be able to feel that affection. Even rinkmates that he has skated with for years he may not even feel that for (see: Georgi, Mila, etc.)

With Otabek, however, he becomes part of Yurio’s agape within DAYS. That’s not to say that they’re even best friends by the end of season one, but it’s obvious that he felt a strong connection to him immediately.

And that’s understandable, in the context of their friendship, what little baby Yurio needs emotionally is simplicity. Because he doesn’t have the time for anything but what he deems worth his time (and that’s skating and the people he truly cares for). Not to mention how standoffish Otabek is characterized until he becomes friends with Yurio, but he needs some character development come season 2 before I can analyze him in that way.

But there is so much opportunity for, as Yurio gets older and more mature mentally, for him to build his feelings for others. Who doesn’t love friends to best friends to more than friends? It’s such a pure concept, especially in cases where no matter what happens in the context of the romantic relationship they will remain friends and emotional allies.

In a show where the main couple gets together and is dedicated to each other within weeks (in terms of what’s presented to the viewer) with no friendship phase, there is something so endearing about this being a contrasting view that you can have.

That’s why you saw so many people freak out over the Davai thing during the last two episodes. 

Because it’s so simple compared to the passionate and divisive relationship that Viktor and Yuuri have. They are together, and they are engaged. No matter the ups or downs they may face in terms of skating, they have that relationship to consider.

There’s so much more than meets the eye with these two because they’re so closed off to others (compared to the main couple, Yuuri and Viktor, who have lots of friendships and levels of acquaintances that they feel varying levels of affection and brotherly and familial love for). 

So please, don’t shut Otayuri down because within the context of the show it won’t be at the same level as Viktuuri (unless some magic happens with the timeline). It’s such a pure idea for so many people, and I think that’s what a lot of people need right now. To share my true feelings, I think it’s cute, and an interesting concept for puppy or pining love within canon based content, AND future AU best friends to boyfriends.

No matter what happens season 2, they will be friends. And friendship is exactly what they both need.